Sick of hicupping.

Childhood memories are a mere fairytale existence, unremembered realities of brighter days.

And so much easier.

And you're also starting to think...

that I'm being really suss cause I'm not telling you what I'm doing. Its kind of amusing really (:

More like butter menth-lols

How do you know whats right and whats wrong?
Who is to judge?
Who is to know the reality?

Theres my post-modern philosiphising for the week.

Talking cats + new tops + missed trains

Panoramic lights


A cat can be a talker or a listener. I met one this morning that was a bit of both. And all around cute.

Like a Tiger

I didn't wear any make-up to school today.
It's kind of sad how uncomfortable I felt without it.

Nothing compares to this familiar feeling.

Alone, not lonely.

I should be doing work right now.

Set me on fire.

This is what happens when the Smithers family has a bonfire.



Hello father. Can you see him?






Candid camera.






Its pretty hectic crazy. Which is also now my new catch phrase.