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shards, I would make shards, but inclination lacks impulse.


pseudo-intellectual japophile scum.


"White and angsty...but also black."

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LOVING the fact that I have to drag everyone I love kicking and screaming into the “party mood” for my 21st. Nice to know you’re all glad I was born and whatnot. 

unlikely.
Telstra owns not only my soul, but my every waking moment.
In other news, I turn 21 tomorrow.
Also I squeed for Lana Del Rey, and loled at the tumblr reference.

unlikely.

Telstra owns not only my soul, but my every waking moment.

In other news, I turn 21 tomorrow.

Also I squeed for Lana Del Rey, and loled at the tumblr reference.

Dear JJJ Hottest 100 Voters,

If I wanted to listen to Nova FM instead of the Hottest 100 I WOULD HAVE LISTENED TO NOVA FM. The “alternative” Australian’s musical taste has gone down the proverbial pop pooper.

I’ve got a moving house hangover in every muscle and the soles of my feet. I’ve got a hay fever hangover in my nose, eyes, and lungs. And I’ve got a drinking hangover everywhere else, for a 20 meter radius.

“He look[s] less like a prince than a highschool physics teacher with stomach trouble” —Haruki Murakami on ol’ Chuckers
“Time has passed and much has happened, much has changed; and I can only remember a little of all that passed that night, a little of all we said and did in the deep tenderness of love, a few moments of clear awakening from the deep sleep of love’s weariness. That night, however, for the first time since my downfall, gave me back the unrelenting radiance of my own life and made me recognise chance as destiny once more and see the ruins of my being as fragments of the divine. My soul breathed once more. My eyes were opened. There were moments when I felt with a glow that I had only to snatch up my scattered images and raise my life as Harry Haller and as the Steppenwolf to the unity of one picture, in order to enter myself into the world of imagination and be immortal. Was not this, then, the goal set for the progress of every human life?” —From Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse
Two words.

Kanye’s tweets.

“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.” —Chuck Palahniuk - Choke

(Source: xwaldox, via tapiocasunrise)

Cider and monster ball.

Watching a contemporary dance to a Jeff Buckley song being judged by a weeping Lady Gaga on So You Think You Can Dance with Ellen Degeneres in the audience. All bases covered. Could not ask for more. Well maybe just throw in some Asians…

My my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word. My my, the kindest truths are often spoke, but never heard. She said, “You’ve been pushin’ me like I was a sore tooth. You can’t respect me because I’ve done so much for you.” He said, “Well, I hate that it’s come to this, but, baby, I was doing fine. How do you think that I survived the other 25 before you?”

(Source: tsumori, via tokyo-lifestyle)

I am going to drink ALL of your juice. With ALL of the vodka.

YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING DOG! OH MY GOD! FUCK YOU!

merry fucking Christmas to me.

merry fucking Christmas to me.