i took this photo just after i had my first kiss
it was a sunday. 16th, october, 2011
ever since, i have not put my tongue on anyone else’s tongue
p.s: this is not b&w. the sea was grey, the sky was grey, everything but me was grey.
i don’t love her anymore
" I am not in love with you. I am in love with the idea of you. If it’s any consolation, you’re the best idea I’ve ever had. I’m sorry. "
In love on South Congress - Austin, TX - April 2011
birthday: january 20th
single or taken: Single
height: 5 foot 6???
eye colour: brown
middle name: (i dont have one but i’ve been dubbed freddie)
favourite colour: navy
lucky number: idk man uh 4?? 3? 42?
hogwarts house: ravenclaw
favourite fictional character: bernard black and calcifer from hmc
favourite television show: ahhh black books still? doctor who as well but i’ve totally fallen off of the fandom wagon
favourite season: autumn
describe yourself in a few words: hopeless try-hard ready for bed
future children’s names: i?? don;t know man
meaning of your name: purity ha
ultimate otp: neil patrick harris x david burtka
what do you plan to/do for a living: sleep
starbucks order: ahhhhhhhhhhhjhgv whatever i feel that day. if it’s cold then 90% chance i’ll get a mocha
THIS OR THAT:
introvert or extrovert: introvert
dawn or dusk: dusk
righty or lefty: rightio
coffee or tea: coffee it’s in my lungs
rain or shine: both is good. sunshowers though
reading or writing: BOTH
I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies.
Lonely are the sufferers.
my god this is the most amazing thing i have ever read
my favorite line in all of cinematic history
It’s Friday night and I could pretend that I’m going to some party where
The boys are too drunk and
The girls have lost themselves in between the bathroom mirror and the bathroom floor.
Maybe the music is a bit too loud but the smoke outside should cover it up.
You might be leaning…