My pumpkin pie - Arexroharno

"You know what I want to do with the rest of my life? If I didn't have to eat and I was able to get Centrelink payments, I'd do it now. I' smoke weed.. Everyday, and draw what I hear and see from what the weed has fucked me up. Because that is, after all, my world - a different world, no one could relate but only show interest and comprehend. It would be my own little, cosy world. I want to sit down and write everything I see, detail or no detail, it doesn't matter, nothing would matter. Everything is beautiful. And once that happens; I think, nothing will exist, nothing will matter. Ooooh life."

"Because, its just simply, unfair. And life shouldn't be unfair because we have one and only one and no body wants to live a long, healthy life trying their best, working their asses off for nothing because someday, whether it be soon or not - we're all going to die.

Imagine; you die tomorrow, are you happy with what you've done? Are you content with your previous years? Would you change it, all?

Our journeys will diminish eventually so; there's no point trying, we just need to do what we like - what interests us. Well, those who deserve it because i'm all for prisons and that. Or maybe, if this race wasn't structured how it is, there wouldn't be harmful people. Imagine a world of your own, creator: you. Wouldn't that be fancy?"

Ohhhh migraine

God, that was strange to see you again, introduced by a friend of a friend. Smiled and said, 'yes I think we've met before'. In that instant it started to pour, captured a taxi despite all the rain. We drove in silence across Pont Champlain, and all of the time you thought I was sad. I was trying to remember your name...

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin, tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in. Now you're outside me, you see all the beauty, repent all your sin. It's nothing but time and a face that you lose, I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose. I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news. From a house down the road from real love... Live through this, and you won't look back...


There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave. You were what I wanted, I gave what I gave and I'm not sorry I met you, I'm not sorry it's over, I'm not sorry there's nothing to save.

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save...

I just read a Facebook group, 'That turning point in your life when you move on from Happy Meals' and it reminded me of that I actually do remember my first meal rather than the usual, 'Happy Meal' from McDonalds. It was a Fillet O' Fish, I was five at Taylors Lakes McDonalds drive through and it was a sunny day and the shade in the drive through was magnificent.

"I'm glad I didn't die before I met you"

This is the first day of my life
I Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain
Suddenly everything changed
They're spreadin' blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I Think I was blind before I met you
I don't know where I am
I don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go
So I thought I'd let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realized that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

I remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange
You said everything changed
You felt as if you just woke up
And you said,
This is the first day of my life,
I'm Glad I didn't die before I met you
But now I don't care I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy.

So if you wanna be with me
With these things there's no telling
We'll just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery

Besides maybe this time it's different
I mean I really think you like me...

Depressing moment today: I changed my Tumblr name from, 'Flogging Molly', yes I'd rather create a chain of my infamous titles, though, I thought it was time. My Tumblr title is now, 'The Featherlight', I don't know which I like better but Flogging Molly, terrible band, amazing title yet the originality is not in my possession and never has been. I like the irony of, 'The Featherlight', the fact that featherlight means exceedingly light but my blog has heavy weight, it's almost a groggy weight.

Anyway, I'm in art class now, my Tumblr URL is still to be dustychairs, as my Blogspot. For your information, 'dusty chairs' is created by moi.

Have a nice day xoxo

MOVIE TIME, nothing else to do...

How could you sit there and watch her die?

The suspense is killing me...

No body, I mean no body is on Facebook at the moment and it's so depressing, so.. I'm back to my Blogspot and it fucking sucks that Alex has work tomorrow at 7am and he's at his grandparents with no internet.

So now, I can't talk to him and I am fucking bored.

Relaxing..

I bought Alex Vans and they came in the mail today, I hope he's as happy with me as I am myself. Two pairs came, so wearing one pair tomorrow. Fuck selling them, they're pretty as but they're a bit too big around the toe area..

I have the worst sleeping patterns in the world, I'm hoping I can get to sleep in half an hour.. Otherwise, I'll have another nightmare at school tomorrow again.

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ON SUNDAY!