Cheers tumblr!
I plan on getting ridiculously drunk tonight. But not drunk enough to do drunk-texting.
yellow checkered cabs
Supposedly, I'm a 22-year-old writer who is currently living in Oxford. I nowadays think of it as my home, although my mother still prefers when I call Sweden home, instead of England. I shouldn't even call myself a writer because I've never been able to finish anything in my life.
I’m addicted to coke (the drink, not the drug). I’ve always secretly (and sometimes not-so-secretly) wanted to become a ballerina but now I’m too old. Everyone keeps telling me that I was born in the wrong decade, but they can’t seem to decide whether I belong in the 40s, 50s, or 70s, I usually say I’m a hippie at heart though. My skin crawls if too much time passes by without me being alone for a while.
I had an E.T. doll when I was younger; I used to put dresses on it and loved it unconditionally without having seen the movie. I have a to-do-list for my life, and each year it seems to grow longer instead of shorter. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. I’d love to go on tour with a band, but not for their music but because that’s the only way I’ll ever go on tour anywhere. Alas, it is what it is. I guess this is my latest bell jar.
Email / g-talk: fridha[at]gmail.com
Aim: Johnnypanic63
I'm a sucker for spontaneous emails.
I’m addicted to coke (the drink, not the drug). I’ve always secretly (and sometimes not-so-secretly) wanted to become a ballerina but now I’m too old. Everyone keeps telling me that I was born in the wrong decade, but they can’t seem to decide whether I belong in the 40s, 50s, or 70s, I usually say I’m a hippie at heart though. My skin crawls if too much time passes by without me being alone for a while.
I had an E.T. doll when I was younger; I used to put dresses on it and loved it unconditionally without having seen the movie. I have a to-do-list for my life, and each year it seems to grow longer instead of shorter. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. I’d love to go on tour with a band, but not for their music but because that’s the only way I’ll ever go on tour anywhere. Alas, it is what it is. I guess this is my latest bell jar.
Email / g-talk: fridha[at]gmail.com
Aim: Johnnypanic63
I'm a sucker for spontaneous emails.
Nov 02
I want to wear a sign that says, "Dear World, give me some time, some space and I promise I will be great. I will do great things but for right now just fuck off."
(via newfilosofee)
yep, this is exactly how i feel right now.
Nov 01
I just found out that the guy who broke my heart when I was 19 is engaged.
This day just keeps getting better.
“Cast me gently, into morning,
for the night has been unkind.
Take me to a place so holy,
that I can wash this from my mind.
The memory of choosing not to fight.”
- Sarah Mclachlan, Answer
I cried before I knew she was dead on Friday, I’ve cried some since then. But I’ve just felt so numb, and it’s never been like that before. It’s always been instant grief. Which makes me feel like there is going to be something really small that pushes me over the edge. And I’ll completely fall apart, because she’s truly gone. And yet again I wasn’t there.
And I can feel it coming. I can feel small, small pieces fall apart. And I’m scared, cause I’m already so tired. I don’t want to fall apart anymore.
Geneviéve..
Have I told you lately how much I adore you?
Cause I do. Adore you. You always give the best answers to everything.
Yeah, tumblr, I’m back to being confused.
Mixed signals? Yeah, they’re coming along just like they did before I told him that I like him.
It’s done. Bandaid’s been ripped off, and I can move on.
Harmless fun was all it was, and now it’s done with. Wop-di-do.
I’m old-fashioned in the way that I think it’s the guy that should ask me out, ask for my number etc etc. But I also hate playing games back and forth (although I’m a master at flirting).
And I’m getting tired of the guy sending mixed messages, and all I can think is he’s just not that into you, so I’m on the verge of just saying..
‘hey, i’m not a fan of playing games, so i just want to tell you that i’m interested in getting to know you better.. but if that feeling’s not mutual, then could you just let me know? cause then i could stop flirting so shamefully with you.’
And then when I say that to him, I’ll get ridiculously red in the face and regret it instantly. But I don’t want to waste my time. Because I don’t have time to waste right now.
So, is it too much, in the ‘shit, she just scared me off’ kind of way?
It's official..
I hate the games men play. Just be honest and straightforward, and tell us if you like us.
And if you don’t, then just say so. No need for the game-playing. It’s pretty simple to open your mouths and say ‘hey, i think we should just be friends.’
Seriously.
