quick PSA: for whatever reason, tumblr decided not to show me a notification that I have a new message. I just randomly clicked on the inbox icon and tah-dah: turns out I had quite a few messages there, ones I haven’t seen nor known about. so I am really, really sorry if you’ve sent something: a submission, a message and I haven’t replied. it’s not because I am a douchebag (well, I am, but I am trying my best not to be a douche on here), but because tumblr was a douche. from now on, I’ll be checking my inbox regularly - whether there’s a notification or not. 

hope you’re having a nice Sunday!

647. When his hands are higher than your head, his groin is level with your teeth. || ‘Feet of clay’


That’s it

That’s the series

646. I’d like to know if I could compare you to a summer’s day. Because — well, June 12th was quite nice. || 'Wyrd sisters'

uhm, so this happened.

is it this grand and big moment when I make a tearful speech how moved and deeply touched (no sexual innuendo intended, I swear!) I am? I guess it is this moment. well, it’s a shame because I don’t know how to make big speeches. nor small speeches for that matter. and to celebrate this milestone, I’ll be speechless. 

thank you all for clicking ‘follow’ and for still following, thank you for sticking through days when posts don’t appear and most of all, thank you for being there and helping me in creating this blog. 


645. The freedom to take the consequences is the freedom upon which all the others are based. || 'Going postal'

Happy April Fool’s Day from the Fools’ Guild! (x)

644. People don’t like change. But make the change happen fast enough and you go from one type of normal to another. || 'Making money'


I. nothing is written – mumford and sons: now I’ll be bold / as well as strong / and use my head alongside my heart II. naughty – matilda the musical: just because you find that life’s not fair / it doesn’t mean that you just have to grin and bear it / if you always take it on the chin and wear it / you might as well be saying / you think that it’s ok / and that’s not right / and if it’s not right! / you have to put it right III. touch the sky – julie fowlis: I will hear ev’ry story / take hold of my own dreams / be as strong as the seas are stormy / and proud as a eagle’s scream IV. the road to home – amy macdonald: now I must say good bye / keep telling myself “now don’t you cry” / but I’m here where I belong / I’ll see you soon, it won’t be long V. leave my body – florence + the machine: I’m gonna leave my body (moving up to higher ground) / I’m gonna lose my mind (but history keeps pulling me down) VI. below my feet – mumford and sons: keep the earth below my feet / for all my sweat, my blood runs weak / let me learn from where I have been / oh keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn VII. learn me right – birdy: so I have done wrong to put me right / my judgement burned in the black of night / when I give less than I take / it is my fault, my own mistake VIII. don’t save me – marit larsen: we’ve grown and we’re not fitting / we’ve flamed out to a wisp of smoke / don’t turn the truth around / it reads the same way upside-down / so don’t save me / don’t you dare X. fidelity – regina spektor: I never loved nobody fully / always one foot on the ground / and by protecting my heart truly / I got lost in the sounds / I hear in my mind all of these voices / I hear in my mind all of these words XI. somewhere only we know – keane: I walked across an empty land / I knew the pathway like the back of my hand / I felt the earth beneath my feet / sat by the river and it made me complete / oh simple thing where have you gone? / I’m getting tired and I need something to rely on XII. all this and heaven too – florence + the machine: all this and heaven too / I would give it all if only for a moment / that I could just understand / the meaning of the word you see / ‘cause I’ve been scrawling it forever / but it never makes sense to me at all XIII. solid ground – marit larsen: cannot fall, never do regret / know just what is being said / know the risk you take / keep your head above it all

642. There’s no grays, only white that’s got grubby. || ‘Carpe jugulum’