don't start, don't start shaking again.

Currently Listening To: Hills Like White Elephants // I & G
'...she can make the salt taste like sugar on her hands but if love is a way out then please let me in...

These are the hearts of lonely people ripped in front of us.

- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'

oh, by the way i got my Docs today, they're beautiful.

Currently Listening To: Nothing actually.

You don't suppose the Make a Wish Foundation would notice that I gave myself cancer, do you? I mean, there's always a chance I could live... And that's a big enough reason for me.

If I could just hang with these boys.
Wish I was in Melbourne when they were. That would have been sick. Plus, I'd get to see Harriet.

Win win, yippity ki yay, motherfucker.

- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'

you are the shiettest person...

Currently Listening To: Hellcats

I'm sorry. But how dare you even CONSIDER yourself an acquaintance, let alone a best friend. You can't bring up all those problems that need to be addressed and then just hang her out to dry. You are meant to do what I did, endure what I endured, listening to your best friend pour out her broken heart over the phone and realising there is nothing you can do to help but still wanting to anyway. When you feel that kind of pain of being helpless, then you can call yourself a best friend. So fuck off and stop torturing her, because you have no idea what she is sacrificing to act like she's happy and ignorant.

Now I am sick of wasting my time on you.

- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'

through the trees i'll blow.

Currently Listening To: Sadness and sleepless nights.

Whatever. I don't want to be a part of this if you don't. Make up your mind quicker. Don't make me choose, because I'm too indecisive and involved to choose for myself.

- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'

moshing to ptv > studying for stats midterm

Currently Listening To: Stay Away From My Friends // Pierce the Veil ♥;

'...i'll count back from ten and you can listen to glass hearts shattering...'

I'm so fucking masochistic. I know that they're probably already playing right now and I'll never make it in time and I can't go even if I leave now because I have no transport and Stats won't learn itself....

BUT there is this part of me that won't seem to stop torturing me. Can't stop listening to them, can't stop thinking about how they sound live, can't shake the massive impossibility that they could somehow bump into me in the city randomly, can't stop being a fucking fangrrl.

Thought those days were waaaaaay gone. But I guess not.

Maybe I'm just latching onto SOMETHING because the something I rather have is slipping away from me and the other thing I want is not going to be there for much longer.

Good thing short.fast.loud is going to be playing an interview with Vic tonight so at least I can hear him SOMEHOW... Thank God for Triple J...

- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'

Spartacus is quite gory, its awesome.

Currently Listening To: Ride the Wings of Pestilence // From First To Last

'...dear diary, my teen angst bullshiet has a body count...'

I'll hide you in my walls. Your body will never be found. I'll wear your skin as a suit. Pretend to be you; your friends will like you more than they used to.

- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'