Beautifully Insane

five pm and buzzed. why?

We had an Olympic gold medallist lead our practice today in fencing and it was crazy. After not fencing for two weeks, that was really rough on my legs. 

My thighs will be feeling it tomorrow. 

I loved it.

Just because we aren’t commenting, it doesn’t mean we aren’t watching you :)

I think maybe that came across a bit creepier than you intended…

ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life

(via mocasia)

Informal avatar change. All are invited. It’s still my face, don’t worry. It’s not too abnormal, I promise.

I never get feedback on this blog. Pretty much all I do is talk about my life and post my photos. You don’t talk to me any more. Why are you here?

Surely you have something to say.

S.W.A.T Teams and Mystery Machines

I was walking my I-Wish-You’d-Just-Kiss-Me-Already friend home on Friday, and we found this blocking our way. There was an urban armoured vehicle and a bunch of guys that looked like action figures or video game characters outside these two houses. I guess it was a drug bust. We watched for a while as they pulled people out of the house.

I never thought I’d see a tank parallel park, but that happened.

I drank a jug of peach lemonade and watched as the skin on my I-Wish-You’d-Just-Kiss-Me-Already friend’s cheek gradually went from pale white to pink in the sun. I flipped my hair to the side to block the rays and he asked to borrow my phone. I stared at the action figure men who were sweating in the heat and listened to him speak Serbian to his father on my phone.
The S.W.A.T. team left eventually and let us through. My friend apologized for not being able to walk me home, but I said it was okay. I’m a big girl, I can walk myself home. He chuckled and looked at his feet. We hugged goodbye and as I thought about he drugs that were seized and the people arrested, the Mystery Machine drove past me

and I couldn’t help but to smile. 

i need it back

fumeur:

there’s a part of me completely drained. i don’t know where the puddle is. there’s a part of me completely drained. it’s somewhere underneath your skin. let me bungee jump from your aorta and lick the walls of your chest. let me climb the branches of your ribcage and kiss the veins in your neck.