February 2011
Tumblr is dead.
There is no more hope.
I can't do this anymore.
I need to go on a hiatus, probably with the same conditions as last time:
Maybe I’ll be back, maybe I won’t.
Maybe I’ll post, maybe I won’t
I don’t know how long this will take, or if it will ever end.
I’m sorry.
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Mubarak addresses the nation.
15 minutes. Do a physics lab and meet with the set-designer for the show.
Damn. 13 minutes.
Let’s go!
MEH.
Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh Meh.
Why do you hate me? Honestly, what did I do?
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Anonymous asked: Can you post a bigger version of your icon?
letsgobananas:
Little Bit || Lykke Li
“He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.”
– Franz Kafka in a letter to Max Brod, 1922 (via sore-thumbelina)
I hate when doors open on their own.
Early morning is my favorite.
I’ll do my english coursework and watch Sex and the City, nobody will talk to me and it will be glorious.
Fucking glorious.
“Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.”
– Emily Dickinson (via libraryland)
Oh hey, look it's 4:45am.
I cannot bring myself to actually make a genuine post on here. Sure, pictures are nice and all, but I just feel so awful being on this site.
This blog is causing my dislike for myself to grow exponentially.
Over two years. Ugh. Far more than enough.
Maybe I’ll make a picture post here and there, but it’s not going to be a regular thing anymore.
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I wish I could be just like Meghan.
She’s honestly the best thing that’s EVER happened to me.
