my only one
it's 9.31 pm, and it feels like a deep cold night already.
i am so tired and desperate for your love right now, that a silly tumblr text and a repeated song made my cry with tears streaming down the face.
i am so confused and bored with all these churches and essays that are not even going to matter as soon as i send them away... i just want to go to Scotland, and breath its cold foggy air, run along the hills, sending kisses to horses and sheep. i want to dye my hair pink, and be happy again. i want to dance, to breathe in the sea, to photograph, to be useful, and to be brave, doing everything i want to do, to be brave, finally.
hey, look at this person! she is so tired and sick, but she hasn't done anything good/useful this entire year. you're such a shame.
it's just a tired hysteria.
boy, do i need you right now
i am so tired and desperate for your love right now, that a silly tumblr text and a repeated song made my cry with tears streaming down the face.
i am so confused and bored with all these churches and essays that are not even going to matter as soon as i send them away... i just want to go to Scotland, and breath its cold foggy air, run along the hills, sending kisses to horses and sheep. i want to dye my hair pink, and be happy again. i want to dance, to breathe in the sea, to photograph, to be useful, and to be brave, doing everything i want to do, to be brave, finally.
hey, look at this person! she is so tired and sick, but she hasn't done anything good/useful this entire year. you're such a shame.
it's just a tired hysteria.
boy, do i need you right now