procrastinate. panic. perish
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
it really is insane how waking up early will grant you access to some of the most beautiful sights and sensations in the world that will make you want to live forever, but only if you overcome the gauntlet of a thousand razors that is getting out of bed early. truly one of life's little saw traps.
Moving house tomorrow
Be careful, I've heard they're heavy
Not mine, mine is a
Hey babe, are you a book? Because I kinda wanna break your spine
hello to girls who are in bed
thanks to the tumblr girls for listening to me complain. btw
I don't care what official translations say, I chose to believe "Et tu, Brute?" translates to "What the FUCK, Brutus?"