florence + the machine… i absolutely adore her voice — it brings me to tears sometimes. i need to see her live atleast once. i’ll drive to any length to see her live.
& i forgot i had this — this tumblr — again, le sigh. i promise to start updating this as regularly as everything else.
(via mariess)
i’d love to have something like this by the time i’m forty. Wheat Field with Cypresses or preferably Irises. i love Van Gogh. Or maybe Monet, though — maybe his Rue Montorgueil.
I tremble. They’re gonna eat me alive. (If I stumble. They’re gonna eat me alive.)
Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer? (Beating like a hammer.)
Help, I’m alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer.
Hard to be soft; Tough to be tender. Come take my pulse. The pace is on a runaway train. Help, I’m alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer. (Beating like a hammer.)
If you’re still alive… My regrets are few. If my life is mine: what shouldn’t I do? I get wherever I’m going, I get whatever I need, while my blood’s still flowing and my heart still beats… Beating like a hammer. (Beating like a hammer.)
I tremble. They’re gonna eat me alive. (If I stumble. They’re gonna eat me alive.)
Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer? (Beating like a hammer.)
Help, I’m alive. My heart keeps beating like a hammer.
forgot i had this for a bit
“some party”
“eventful”
“yeah… i love you too”
“i know”
brb crying like a bb. that was the best episode of the entire series imo
i’m happy. sunburned, but happy. today was great. you can’t ask for anything more than winning first place, good and proper.
True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country. - Kurt Vonnegut
