When I disappear for months at a time, it’s not because I have anything resembling a life. I just don’t know how to communicate when I’m down. And gods, I’ve been feeling it for a while now.
I’m here folks, I swear. I had mojo and everything going and apparently I tripped over something, cause frak. Hell, I dunno. Nothing’s wrong, except that everything’s currently wrong or something. Don’t mind me.
if we talk and we get really close and stuff and then for like a while afterwards I don’t make much of an effort to talk to you
I’m really sorry
That’s just how I function and its not because I don’t like you anymore or I don’t think about you
I just forget a lot and want to be alone and I get wrapped up in myself and my life and I get distracted so I’m really sorry
(Source: kailidoll, via ladybamfs)
Ugh. Just. Ugh.
How To Tell If A Toy Is For Boys or Girls
Time to remind people…
(Need to remind people from http://scidoll.com/an-open-letter-to-tesco/)
And Radio Paradise contributes to the entropy by throwing in the majesty that is Nick Drake.
That moment you decide a taste of tequila won’t hurt anything, then deciding to try to get paperwork done for work after apparently more than intended.