One of my favourite shirts is missing and I’m not very happy about it. That is all. Also I’m late for Japanese.
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Flatface Dual Durometer wheels
Ace tape v2
1. I have been constantly feeling like I have something physically stuck in my throat. It feels like it is somewhat phlegm but I do not have a cough or a cold, or influenza. I have been trying to make my throat muscles ‘swallow’ for the past few weeks, to no avail. It’s getting tougher to breathe and tougher to talk. It’s starting to bother me a lot. I now feel like ripping my throat out.
I don’t know if I have asthma.
2. All evening before they left they didn’t know I existed. I am now alone and they won’t be back all weekend.
3. I am going to fail tomorrow’s test.
4. It’s really quiet in here.
Anonymous asked: 1,4,20
1: The person I love the most
The few individuals in my innermost circle are not ranked, and will never be ranked.
4: A book or film that changed my life.
I don’t know. Skipping this one because nothing in particular comes to mind.
20: Five things I want to do before I die
a) Earn shitloads of money so that I can do the things I want to do
b) Create a film piece that really says something. Or more than one film piece. Tell stories to the world to make the world think. To change lives.
c) Travel to lots of places and take lots of pictures and hopefully not get murdered
d) Write an autobiography which probably nobody will read
e) Be super good at the Japanese language and live in Japan for a period of time and hopefully not die from an earthquake
So I have lost roughly 3kg in a week’s time due to stress
G14s are in.
If anyone wants to shoot me a number, go for it. I’m a bored INTJ.
As am I. http://blog.myhotcaffeine.com/ask
This pebble has been stuck in my throat for days and it’s really uncomfortable.
Moffat, you better throw me a hell of a banger to end this seventh season because the suspense for Clara is not enough to feed my thirst for mystery and crazy twists in plots.
Also because all the other season endings have been absolutely crazy good.
Oh bloody hell, half a year of Doctor Who makes me sound like one of those fandom girls.. Which I’m not. Really not.
Okay. I don’t rave about this shit a lot. Get over it.
I’m really glad I caught up on Doctor Who.
It’s just brilliant. All these things it reminds me of.
I guess why I love the show is that it not only fills me up with a sense of wonder about time and the universe, technically reawakening the sense of wonder I have about everything that I see actually, but inspires me to get in touch with my curiosity and it also shows me the wonders and the beauty of the human condition and also the majesty of the skies and planets above. Some people feel terrified about how small the human race is, and how small this planet is compared to the rest of the universe. I am not afraid. I am in awe and I am in love with the vast, never-ending universe. I feel its breeze gushing down on me as I bask in its infinite beauty. Beauty I have forgotten to appreciate.
Fucking love the universe.
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When my heart is crumbling and shadows stick to skin like leech, I have you and it means the world. Thank you all for your words and fragments of soul, I kiss them all lightly before it connects to my mosaic like core.
Delete. Delete. Delete. I don’t really know why I just keep feeling like doing so. Throwing my words out and just erasing them, much like I’m just throwing clay pigeons out to be shot by a gun. Throwing them out and just watching them get wiped out. Not sure why. I find that not a single thing I say feels right at all anymore and it’s severely frustrating. It’s annoying. I’m annoying.