Anonymous asked: What mindset do you need to get through HighSchool?
bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks ~
+Anonymous asked: tell me something? anything? please?
there is a girl that falls in love with books.
but she doesn’t have the time for them.
so she makes time.
she molds it with her calloused, cold palms.
she woke up at 4:47am this morning.
she woke up at 4:47am and tip-toed into the living room.
the living room was dead.
at 7:21am she told her mother that she woke up early to finish reading her book.
but that seemed too far from the truth.
to finish means to end.
and she never wants a good story to end.
+Anonymous asked: Where are you from? I'm from Croatia and I read you're coming here this summer, so I was wondering...
to keep it short: my mother is serbian, my father is slovenian.
during the war, they moved to cypress where i was conceived, later moving to canada.
i’ve been living here since i was two.
+Anonymous asked: where would i be able to find an image of you ?
the first chapter of the ‘the english patient’
+Anonymous asked: How would you describe your style, what kind of clothes are you drawn to? And what kind of clothes would you never wear!?
i’m drawn to anything that makes me feel like i’ve walked out of a jean-luc godard film. i’m also drawn to anything that makes me feel like a dessert. pastry dresses. light. pretty. everything i wear is either white, black, beige, or pastel. i wear trousers instead of sweatpants. i can’t live without comfy over-sized sweaters and men’s collared shirts-they’re my house-wear. high-waisted shorts and blouses are nice. anything feminine.
i hate neon colours. anything flashy. anything studded. i don’t like skimpy shirts or anything that you’d wear out to a club.
+Anonymous asked: are you available?!??!?!
the exclamation marks here intimidate me. aside from that, i don’t like the sounds of human availability.
+Anonymous asked: Hello. What do you do when there's nothing left to live for.
there’s always something to live for. even when there’s nothing, there’s something. even when there’s no one, there’s someone.
live to find it. live to find them.
+Anonymous asked: Please, just do not grow up. Promise me. Begin ungrowing now, tear back the hide to the feathers and keep them there. Sophistication being a kinship with a nothing, and the nothing being death. You still have time, we still have. Never grow up. I swear that you are still seven years old in at least a small infinity of rooms in your mind. & I adore you, unknown, and I don't care if it's impartial. Keep feeling, preeminently. O, little moon, never grow up to ruin in the waning tides. Ever.
this is beautiful and i want to thank you. i want to but i can’t. my words aren’t as strong as yours. they’re weak and i’m weak and that’s why i’m crying. i don’t know what to say but maybe that’s why this upsets me so much.
this is perfect. you’re perfect.
+Anonymous asked: What do you and your friends do for fun?
we stargaze and bake cakes and over-play jim croce songs on the jukeboxes at vintage ice cream parlors. we lend each other books and hands and hearts. we go for spontaneous strolls. we watch low-budget horror films and we have potlucks and we drag each other to concerts and shows. we sit in coffee shops late at night, having our usual philosophical debates.
+Anonymous asked: favourite lyrics?
these lyrics are so simple but they mean so much.
if you ever feel like drowning. i mean, emotionally drowning in something, let this song play.
+Anonymous asked: Are you sad and lonely?
i’m not because there’s no reason to be. not now, anyway. there’s no reason to be. because everything will be okay. because the moon looked so nice last night and because i have an unfinished margaret atwood book lying on my shelf.
+Anonymous asked: What was your last kiss like?
it was a goodbye kiss at a goodbye party and it was sheepish and drunk and after he left, i shoved four marshmellows in my mouth all at once as a personal punishment for allowing him to kiss me.
+Anonymous asked: have you ever been in love?
i am always in love.
how can you listen to fur elise and not be in love?
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