#friigus

NOT EVEN GIVING ME A NUMBER OKAY.

But um. Ugh.

I really really really fell in love with my roommate’s Northern Ireland accent, but I also really loved Russian accents. ouo

Name: Christine Birthday: December 21 
Gender: female Sexual Orientation: mostly heterosexual Height: 5’8” I think Favorite Color: any variation of teal/ aqua 
Current Date and Time: January 24, 2015, 1:23pm 
Last Thing You Googled: "jean ralphio trotsky" hahahaha First Thing That Comes to Mind: patrick stump (listening to him on spotify rn) 
Favorite Book(s): a thousand splendid suns, harry potter series 
Favorite Movie(s): the lady from shanghei, the fall, primal fear, the avengers Favorite TV Show(s): parks and rec, orange is the new black, bob's burgers, scrubs 
Favorite Drink: smoothies, coke 
Favorite Alcoholic Beverage: blush wines and bloody mary's and any kind of fruity mixed drink lolol 
Last Movie I Saw in Cinemas: gone girl i think? Dream Holiday: somewhere abroad?? or emerald isle again Dream Wedding: outdoors, sometime in the fall, lots of twinkle lights Dream Job: torn between something research with psychological disorders or something research with film. or film and psych?! that'd be cool

i’m crying// she threatened to tell your mom/////

( ; meme )

Angel of Small Death - Hozier

Kill of the Night - Gin Wigmore

Homewrecker - Marina and the Diamonds

Got It - Marian Hill

Sugar - Five Knives

He surmised that the cracks were there to do nothing more than tease him. Holding up his hand, pinholes of light fell upon it, illuminating the particles of debris that hung weightless in the air. Almost instantly he loved and hated them, dropping his hand back to his lap.

There were stories of escape; passed down through the ages from one wingless creature to another. They told of a love affair with the sky; black and rough to the touch — how it took days, months, years for one to chisel their way through, fingers rubbed to bloody stubs before they ever made a dent.