"Last night I was thinking of the different ways I could die, what note should I write? Should I address it to those I love? Or should I name the one who caused my death? It seems like even in death, there are limitations. I will never be truly free.”
"There are poems
inside of you
that paper can’t
handle.”
— Y.Z   (via fourdaisies)

Hell Week…

… is technically not over, yet. 

Actually, it’s more like hell month. I didn’t realise the trade-off would be so heavy when I decided to bid for modules without any midterms in exchange for having to write more papers (and more frequent quizzes). Someone pat me on my back.

I’m so sleepy all the time, every single second of the day, that even sleeping can’t cure my sleepiness. I’m sleepy once I wake up and I stay that way till I go to sleep again. It never stops. I don’t even know how I function now. 

All I need now are some cats and tea and pancakes and fish.

"There’s always going to be bad stuff out there. But here’s the amazing thing — light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a candle into the dark, but you can’t stick the dark into the light.”
— Jodi Picoult, Change of Heart (via larmoyante)
"I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”
— Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via muse)

I’m considering switching to no-poo but have concernd about how it will affect my already brittle hair. Does anyone have any tips or anything no-poo topic related? Thank you so much in advance xx

"The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.”
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via larmoyante)
"There comes a time in your life when you focus solely on what you believe is right, regardless of what everybody else is doing.”
— Alexander McQueen (via perfect)
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