A sleep-deprived being who doesn’t know how to comb her hair. Just another typical cat, making records of her troubles, stating her disillusionment about the society, giving out moronic thoughts over the most insignificant things and some of a hundred everyday menaces. And yes, cats do these.
These are the proofs of my crime, the truth behind my every lie.
(^._.^)
Claire. Had seen no more than nineteen summers.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" - Phil. 4:13
P.S. II
I tend to make "P.S." and I don't know why. I just do.
P.S. III
See?
P.S. IV
And um, meow?- Whiskers
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You’ve made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I’ll sing along
Falling Slowly | Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova
I don’t know, but waking up and hearing this song seem to spell the word beautiful.
I heard the an unhappy ending
It sort of sounds like you’re leaving
I heard the piledriver waltz,
It woke me up this morning.
Piledriver Waltz | Alex Turner
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby | The Beatles
So if you’re lonely
You know I’m here waiting for you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken, shattered, I lie
Take Me Out | Franz Ferdinand
They protect me, listen to me
They dug me my very own garden
Gave me sunshine, made me happy
Nice dream
Nice Dream | Radiohead
This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I’ll set you up against the stars
We lied, we can’t go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive
Wine Red | The Hush Sound
