me: *puts earphones in*
me:
me:
me:
me:
me:
me:
me:
me:
me:
me: oh right
me: *plays music*
More you might like
- My future child: Will you read me a book?
- Me: *pulls out entire Harry Potter series* I thought you'd never ask.
Tag game
Nicknames? I have a couple haha my best friends call me “domme chinees”
Gender? Female
Star sign? Aquarius
Height? Around 1m80
Time? 22:43
Birthday? 11/02
Favorite bands? Neck deep, as it is, tøp, panic! At the disco, fall out boy,…
Favorite solo artist? Khalid, blackbear, logic, Ed Sheehan, jaymes young,..
Song stuck in my head right now? Blacbear- try me
Last movie watched? Baby driver
Last show watched? American horror story
When did I create my blog? Around two years ago I guess
What do I post? Everything that catches my eye so mostly gay stuff and everything that relates to my mood
Last thing I googled? Neck deep setlist
Do you have other blogs? No
Do you get asks? Rarely
Why did you choose your url? It describes perfectly how my mind works
Following? 451
Favorite colours? Burgundy and blue
Average hours of sleep? 8
Lucky number? I don’t really have one?
Instruments? I play the piano!
What am I wearing? My pyjamas
How many blankets I sleep with? 2
Dream job? Neurologist, psychiatrist or psychologist
Favorite food? Sushi
Nationality? I’m Belgian but I was born in Chicago
Favorite song now? Gold steps- neck deep
I tag: @fuckmyfuture-fuckmypast @zwirtwat @damn-that-smile-x @moraimablueberrytree @stupidineverything @gay-as-f-u-c-k
Thanks for tagging me! @fullyvalianttidalwave
me: *blogs hipster posts*
me: *blogs gay fan fiction*
me: *blogs poetic quotes*
me: *blogs cat gifs*
me: *blogs depression quotes*
me: *blogs lesbians*
me: *blogs nature*
me: *blogs memes*
me: *blogs soft grunge*
me: *blogs feminism*
me:
me: who the fuck am i
followers: what
Your future self is watching you right now through memories.
Your current self is imagining your future self watch you through memories, but that future self is actually seeing a distorted, mixed up version of what happened due to memory’s imperfect nature. So both your imagination of your future self, and your future self’s memory of your current self, are illusions created by the mind, compounded by the distance of time.
How about you not do that
just because you don’t look like somebody who you think is attractive doesn’t mean you aren’t attractive. flowers are pretty but so are christmas lights and they look nothing alike
do you ever feel like you’re just sort of
there
like all your friends go out and do things and get into relationships and like people that like them back and have fun and do stupid things with their best friends and instead of doing all that you’re just sort of this mildly entertaining thing that people take an interest in once in a while but they wouldn’t really care if it was gone
like you just sort of exist but you don’t really mean anything
Soms betrap ik mezelf erop dat ik nog steeds wacht op een telefoontje van jou om te zeggen dat je je hebt vergist en dat dit niet is wat je wilt
“Who cares if one more light goes out in a sky of a million stars? Who cares when someone’s time runs out if a moment is all we are?”
Wish you were here…