I am out of touch with reality. I have come to the conclusion that it bores me. I comfort myself with literary genius. It's not just the smell of books that is invigorating. But the adventure, the imagery, the mystic, the excitement that isn't found in today's mundane society. Music eithers calms me down or pumps me up. The jangly guitar, the ethereal vocals, the ambient soundscapes. My imagination sometimes spills onto paper. Onto word. It liberates me. Yet hinders my progress. I make friends easily, but only if you approach me first. My anxiety is always there. Tucked in the back of my mind, always appearing when it feels most convenient for itself. Never for me. I am nervous, impulsive, stable, daydreamer, creative, realistic, curious, uninterested. I am a walking paradox. But I can cope with that. It doesn't define me, yet it sums me up perfectly.
nicolejanelle:

cudbino:

…bec  a  use  the in  t e   rnet

ugh. UGH.

nicolejanelle:

cudbino:

…bec  a  use  the in  t e   rnet

ugh. UGH.

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rhydonmyhardon:

being told you’re appreciated is one of the simplest yet incredibly uplifting things you can ever hear

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harlold:

i’m genuinely concerned that no one will fall in love with me

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sixpenceee:

asylum-art:

Limzy Wei: Flowergirls

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Malaysian artist Lim Zhi Wei adorns her watercolors entitled “ Flowergirls” with real flowers, to a stunning effect.

How are people so creative and artsy, and how can I be them

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I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.

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v-ogued:

Do you ever have somewhere important to be but instead you just lay in bed like an over-sized baby because you’re too lazy to socialise?

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//Liz. 20. Fashion. Music. Indie// I love the smell of books. The pulse of music. The comfort of home.