This may not go into deep tumblr type description, just short profound phrases of perlexion giving off a quick summary of my life. It's less pretentious that way, that way I'm being real..perplexed and fast moving
being lost in thought, blondie, the doors, rough sex, red lips, introspection, sepentine sleekness 1973's sinister genius the wicker man, pink floyd, fight club, E's, being jaded, not coming home, wearing flowers in my hair, having rips in my tights not because i'm indie but because i'm a fucking scruff, david bowie, 'waiting for some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways, freedom, profound moments realisation, morning sex, happy mondays, pursuing the unpredictable, make up sex, ripped tights, bobby vinton's blue velvet, over analysing sweet nothing, david lynch, the 1970s, contemplation, viggo mortensen's many talents(his presumably big dick) ian curtis, roxy music's bryan ferry, billie holiday, the pains of delusion, riding the magic dragon, sleeping naked, brit eckland's beauty, roman polansksi, car sex, roxy music, freddie mercury's last performance of the show must go on, drunken pseudo philosophical rambles, rum, eboneezer goode, bret easton ellis, mother of pearl, s&m (not the rhianna kind), treating yourself to radiohead whilst on a downer, adrenaline, edie sedgwick, cindy sherman, soft cell, the cure, smokey eyes, messy hair and last but not least, mad nights out with major tom!
This is one of the worst anxiety attacks i have had in a while. I feel like throwing up. There is a huge empty hole in my chest and i can’t breathe....