There was a chocolate soap, a hot Milo and a James Morrison.

"When the truth hurts, and when lying doesn't work,
And your cigarette smoke makes more sense than your words,
When I finally let you leave, and your memories too,
And there's no more place in my heart to look for you."

Call me hopeless but sad acoustic break up songs are the only sound I would let pass through my ears right now. (GASPP! NOOO REALLY?! shocker!)




An idle mind is like having a heavy numbing veil over your brain, slowing your senses and bending your judgment.

Example, it took me 4 hours to finish a page of Chuck Palahniuk (because I fell asleep, drooled all over the book) and I actually don't care that with every hour or so, my play list is gradually being invaded by Taylor Swift.

Let the laziness resume. I'm fine where I am. wohoo






ika

Current mood: floaty sort of lazy
Listening to: If You Don't Want To Love Me.