TWENTY FIRST CENTURY SCHIZOID MAAAAAN
JUST INCASE YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED THE COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF FACEBOOK SPAM: I AM GOING TO JOSH THOMAS’S SYDNEY SHOW. FUCK YES. OOOH AND I MIGHT BE GOING TO TAME IMPALA @ THE ENMORE IF THINGS TURN OUT WELL.
Everytime I hear The Killers’s ‘Bones’ I feel really really sad, and I don’t know why.
Eleven hours in the tin can, god there’s got to be another way
Whenever I listen to The Jam I get a nice fizzly feeling inside. But a good fizzly, y’know?
HARRY POTTER THEME PARK OPEN IN ORLANDO. I AM HAVING A FUCKING SMALL SEIZURE RIGHT NOW. IT HAS A MAGICAL CANDY SHOP SDFASL’FKASJKF JUST VISIT THE LINK AND REBLOG IF YOU’RE IN A REALLY GOOD MOOD
School tomorrow. Now I can tie up my hair, wake up at 6am, stand up on the train, eat at set times, recieve copious amounts of detentions for no apparent reason and have a ridiculous amount of disorganisation fall on me whenever I open my locker. GREEAAAAAT.
It’s cold outside And the paint’s peeling off of my walls There’s a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette Now the light fades out And I’m wondering what I’m doing in a room like this There’s a knock on the door And just for a second I thought I remembered you
We’re so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully, wonderfully pretty Oh you know that I’d do anything for you We should have each other to tea We should have each other with cream Then curl up by the fire And sleep for awhile It’s the grooviest thing It’s the perfect dream