pound pound.

Hi! Haven’t put on so much gunk in ages.

Off to work now!

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I really do love heavy storms. The way the air is still and electric before the skies break, and then the way the rain beats hard at your windows; how it feels like you’re on an adventure, but safe and sheltered from any real harm.

Now I remember, it’s things like this that used to make me love being conscious of my senses, things like this that made me think, it’s okay to have bad moments in life if I get to taste of pure, whole moments like this, too. Years ago, when I was very much younger, I used to savor being home after a day out. I’d lie on my sheets with the air conditioner on, a good read in my hands and hot cocoa within reach. The hours would melt away… Peace and contentment in little vials of time.

Right now I feel… I’m ready for some adventures. x


Song for a storm

2.23am. approx 60 hours to the first paper.

I WANT A LIFE BACK. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

p.s. check out my pretty baby blue & pink checkered pen if you can (don’t judge)

❝ Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, that there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imaginations of ourselves. ❞
Bill Hicks (via peaceblaster)

(Source: inspirestrikesback)