after i've been to university, i'm going to be french, and i'm going to paris,
and i'm going to wear black, and listen to jacques brel, and i won't speak. ever.
brittany / 26 sept 92 / melbourne
dictator of taste
ask box / about me
j'écris à exprimer, non à impressionner
honest compliments. clavicles. handwritten letters. ball-jointed dolls. trench coats. british accents. scenic walks. unexpected gifts. headbands. pancakes. holding hands. shoes. post-it notes. deep and meaningfuls. cats. photography. sesquipedalianism. you.
twitter / facebook / deviantart
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starting over
i feel like i’ve had a break from being myself. i feel as though it has been so long since i was happy, since i felt fulfilled, since i felt anything. i want to go back. i want things to change. i’ve almost forgotten who i used to be and i don’t want to get to the point where i don’t remember at all. everything is different now. i’m different. i miss the old me. i miss the strength i used to have. i miss not needing anybody to validate my existence. i miss my innocence, my naïveté. i miss having no regrets. i have so many, now. i feel like i have thrown myself away. like this new me somehow didn’t realise the damage it would cause, not thinking i was worth holding on to. not fighting for me.
i am going to fight for myself.
