Schadelkopf
21th century H.C.previously called: your ex-boyfriend's mistress.got conversational skill and a million dollar bill. nuff said
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i have been thinking for awhile to post this or not, it might as well shocked you? i have no idea.
I’m talking about the band i was working with back then, this is hilarious.
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So, since i’m not good with those kind of chit-chat, people do need somekind of certain media to share. well okay, off guard, i need that. instead of trying hard keeping the shape of personalization which we thinks, sorry, which I think personally outstanding i’m going to write again.
let’s say i have this psychopathology called ‘flight of ideas’ so you’ll get what i mean throughout.
I’m letting go the burden of ‘about to write an awesome piece’
my tumblr bio is unbelievable, really..what was i thinking.
The latest piece i’m listening is tame’s lonerism. but mainly Foos and Fiona on devastating rotation.
finally get my degree, but still a century until i get a MD in my last name.
i still ran out with someone’s bf.
i have this new strange thirst of shopping online.
missing dressing recklessly, i’m a full time preppy kid now.
my cooking skill still….in pasta region.
you can say that i’m quite fulfilled enough to eat recklessly and forgetting about how good it’s to be healthy.
I can’t believe we can be happy for unexpected things!
i do still pretty convinced that i’ll write a good book sometime..but havent finish every writings ive made in my life, all those beloved words scattered all over the place.
My book could be contain letters for peoples, i still love writing letters and put em in the draft.
maybe i’ll be a dermatologist or ophthalmologist in the future.
I wish i could be that pious, or not at all instead being such a ‘grey’ person.
finally stop using a ridiculous reason about a guy i knew back then as the cause of my openness toward everything..it’s the part of the transformation, if i may to recall, i’m not that introvert back then for holden sake.
currently learning a lot of good stuff from a really really bad source.
finally i had my first…
i love my mini cooper with all of my soul
my brain hasn’t stop but my uncontrollable sleepiness demand it’s right
Okay.
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i think it might be 500 days of summer in real life, as in real i mean my fucking life. i even haven’t watch the movie and will never do so.
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Quote reblogged from come dance with me, come set us freeAnyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.J.D. Salinger (via 15natives)
(Source: accidentalism)
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“A desire not to acknowledge depression in ourselves or those close to us, better known these days as denial, is such a strong urge that plenty of people prefer to think that until you are actually flying out of a window, you don’t have a problem”
Prozac Nation, Elizabeth Wurtzel
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Quote reblogged from come dance with me, come set us freeThe best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody’d move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and they’re pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving that same blanket. Nobody’s be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you’d be so much older or anything. It wouldn’t be that, exactly. You’d just be different, that’s all. You’d have an overcoat this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line the last time had got scarlet fever and you’d have a new partner. Or you’d have a substitute taking the class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you’d heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you’d just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you’d be different in some way—I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.J.D. Salinger (The Catcher in the Rye)
(Source: beautemillesimee)
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Photo reblogged from warpaintwarpaint
Jenny Lee @ Fuji Rock Festival 2011 (c) Miyuki Samata
rickenbacker 4003 and acrylic ludwig, me wanna, sisters.
