Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain.
You are the blood in my veins. Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not.'
Just a nineteen year old girl living in Melbourne, Australia.
I gravitate toward's laughter, imagination, fashion, heart and anything to do with England or travelling.
If you'd like to chat my AIM is: wolvesatnightx
well I guess this is growing up. Yet I also gained a few followers?
I like someone I don’t personally know, too much, story of my life. Work sucks too much. I’m sick of being hit on all the time and not finding a nice respectful boy. I need to go out more. I’m starting a new diet/detox tomorow. Change is coming. Josh beech is my current muse. I’m attempting to write magazine submissions due in tomorow morning, writers block, joy. Kid cudi’s pursuit of happiness is on repeat, soundtrack to my year.
I miss tumblr. Especially how it used to be…3 years ago
3 years ago
noun • /kɛf/ • A state of drowsiness or dreamy intoxication; the enjoyment of idleness
“To him the greatest enjoyment is his ‘kef,’ or perfect idleness, and he will do nothing to-day which can possibly be put off till to-morrow.”
—George Keith, Plea for a Simpler Faith