A Few Things, Whilst Cleaning

  • I only own the final 3 Harry Potter’s in Hardcover, this is disappointing.
  • I hide things in between books in my bookshelf. It is useless going through the books to find things though, but it’s the truth.
  • I have abandoned buying CD’s. That is horrible of me.
  • I still have Arrested Development, seasons 1 and 2 from Ash. This makes me smile.
  • I got given a cricket book for christmas or my birthday or something. I don’t really like Cricket, sorry.

posted : Sunday, November 15th, 2009

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Dear Ashleigh McManus

Thanks for always liking my Livejournal feed.

Contrary to popular belief, I miss you.

posted : Sunday, November 15th, 2009

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Sun Sweats And The Horizon »

posted : Sunday, November 15th, 2009

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Reblog if you love the fact that The Academy Is...

kateglenister:

nicelyevil:madaskatie:killmewthwords:(via identity-crisis)

is on hiatus, oh thank the lord!

posted : Sunday, November 15th, 2009

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reblogged from : let the poets cry themselves to sleep.

Seaside Manor. »

posted : Monday, November 2nd, 2009

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The Earth As A Vertebrate »

posted : Thursday, October 29th, 2009

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The Light May Stay On; But The Passage Is Still So Dark. »

posted : Sunday, October 18th, 2009

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Link »

posted : Saturday, October 17th, 2009

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Anne Boleyn »

posted : Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

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Eden 11.10.09 »

mashburger:

(via jaggerjack)

She needs him to explain lines to her,
Lines she knows she read, lines she knows are hers.
Under the tree, in the field, surrounded by nothing but grass,
With twisting razor tips,
With little shade,
He will tell her what they meant, if only she’d ask.
If only she really wanted to know the answer and what it would mean.

The tree will stand here, strangled, long after I have left;
I am not made of wood and the sun won’t feed me,
So if your fingers strangle me, I’ll pass early, I’ll pass violently.
But please ask me what you want to hear before I go.

As always, Jackson’s writing takes the cake.

I haven’t checked tumblr in so long because I forgot my password so I forgot how nice it is to hear that from you girl!

posted : Monday, October 12th, 2009

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reblogged from : mashburger.