My Wonderland

Girl, 19, kinda blond hair, Black Eyeliner, Music, Rock, Metal, Nightwish, Books, Peas, Reading, Writing, Poetry, Classics, Erich Fried, Tuomas Holopainen, Lauri Ylönen, Gerard Way, Stephen Fry, Piano, Chocolate, Coffee, Starbucks, M&Ms, Lake, Snow, Laughing, Lip Biter, Photography, Lord of the Rings, Dead Poets Society, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Sherlock, My Friends, My Room, Melancholic, Cynic, Different.

- {Don't push the river, it flows by itself!}

It’t 5:53am in the morning and I am awake for 2 reasons: the heat and the spider. It’s too hot to sleep and I keep having dreams about the spider crawling across my body while I am asleep. Ugh. Just let me gooo back to sleep!!

And that is exactly why I am afraid of religion. It makes you judge people for one tiny aspect of their lives and forget about everything else. That is really damn scary. Even more so when you’re frieds with someone for years and tell them one tiny bit and suddenly they’re all against you. It’s scary as hell.

I don’t even know what I am going to say tomorrow. I know what I want to say. But I don’t know how to say it. And I don’t know where it’ll lead. So better not say anything at all.

Write to write. Write because you need to write. Write to settle the rage within you. Write with an internal purpose. Write about something or someone that means so much to you, that you don’t care what others think.

—Isn’t It Pretty To Think So? (Nick Miller)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via shadowsofthewreckage)

I lost a spider in my room. A huge one. I went into the kitchen to get something to put it out with and when I returned, it was gone. Now there’s a huge spider somewhere with me in my room and I don’t know where…

Why did I ever leave the house today? I am melting. Oh right. Booze. And a swim.