Happy Bday to me and to the Best Album ever made in history

It's so horrid to be a woman at night

I love the feel of the cold, dark air on my hands and feet. The dim lights provide a comfort I would never notice but always be aware of, I feel as if I could run and run and run on the streets in my pjamas.

And yet it's something we should never do, it's almost forbidden.

Perhaps that is the appeal

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “When rome falls”

reminder that it is OKAY to get burnout from girlblogging! it takes so much effort to log on every day and do girl things (having correct opinions, soft hair etc). i dont know how to finish this post bye

I have this enduring sense of longing that can only be cured by travel. I need to know that there’s something more out there.

"Love, I do adore you"