beauty in the breakdown

22 going on 14, hopeful actress and crap barista with mostly candyfloss for brains. I like pretty dresses with big boots, hazy dreams, endless cups of tea, kisses, strong hugs and subtle touches. Films that fuck with my head, music that fuck with my heart and books that does a little of both.

May 30, 2012 6:19 pm

(Source: lawyerupasshole)

5:59 pm

Trust me to have a fucking breakdown when I’ve only got 24 hours left of this goddamn course to go.

Two essays. Four thousand words. I can do this. I really know I can. But once again, I have hit a wall that right now seems to be unpenetrable. Pure greetin’ like. God damn.Idiot.

May 28, 2012 6:22 am

madlori:

marielikestodraw:

This is pure magic. Absolute. Pure. Magic.

I did not realize that my life has been incomplete until this moment.

(Source: ianbrooks, via afamilyoftrees)

May 27, 2012 6:32 pm
5:18 pm

I guess keeping myself to myself for the most part doesn’t, in fact, stop things from hurting. Keeping my private life private apparently opens it up for other people to create shit around it and then keep secrets all over the joint.

And this is the point where I decide to stop trusting the few people that I could in the first place.

Melodrama over, normal behaviour will resume after I stop being upset and get a grip of myself.

God damn.

May 26, 2012 6:19 pm

smoke & mirrors. fucks and fuck ups. no time at all.

6:08 pm

(Source: ptrparker, via junebug-in-a-jumpsuit)

May 22, 2012 2:23 pm
May 21, 2012 5:34 pm
queeniestargazer: Hooot!!!

queeniestargazer:

Hooot!!!

5:31 pm
saidtheladytothesoldier: Belle fought against the pull of her heavy skirts as she rushed through the garden. The spires of the castle served as her compass through the dizzying turns of the grounds - of course it wouldn’t be easy to navigate, she scolded herself as thin slippers felt every stone and crack in the path - it was meant to keep the curious and the judgmental out.  The wind brushed ominously through the profusion of rose bushes as she rounded the corner into yet another dead end. Lovely though the square was, it was bounded on all sides by tall hedges, blocking her from the castle and the one thing that truly mattered. Catching up her skirts, she fled back the way she had come, dipping through another arch in the ever changing hedge. There - the exit to the gardens. Would she be in time?

saidtheladytothesoldier:

Belle fought against the pull of her heavy skirts as she rushed through the garden. The spires of the castle served as her compass through the dizzying turns of the grounds - of course it wouldn’t be easy to navigate, she scolded herself as thin slippers felt every stone and crack in the path - it was meant to keep the curious and the judgmental out. 

The wind brushed ominously through the profusion of rose bushes as she rounded the corner into yet another dead end. Lovely though the square was, it was bounded on all sides by tall hedges, blocking her from the castle and the one thing that truly mattered. Catching up her skirts, she fled back the way she had come, dipping through another arch in the ever changing hedge. There - the exit to the gardens. Would she be in time?