lion with nine lies.
"Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment. Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories."
Haruki Murakami
I’m a lion with nine lives, and living all of them at once.
Nothing about me is constant.
(Source: quote-book)
I think that hollister/abercrombie jeans are designed so that we put our phones in our back pockets.. but the thought of sitting on my iphone horrifies me.
I am going to be thin, and lovely and as complexly beautiful as possible. Not so that I am some beautiful little dumb girl, but so that my beauty matches myself. Intelligent, beautiful, powerful.
it’s about making them once, or coming so close to them that you feel like you are breathing on death and hanging off of the edge of the cliff, and savoring, suffering, learning from the effort you have to expend to haul yourself back up and straighten yourself out and prove to others that you can easily prevent something like it the next time. Not making the same mistake. Not sulking. not being stupid and not recognizing your faults and obvious downfalls that will lead you clearly, straight and true, off the edge of that cliff. that’s what being foolish is, and that’s what you are.
sitting on my bed with my feet on the bottom half of that bear jelly jar thing bear gave me, waiting to go cst test. what is.
