February 2012
“Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us...”
– Francesca Lia Block (via lavandula)
My head is full of shit.
I’m pretty sure my dopamine levels are all fucked up due to the constant stream of internet information that I subject myself to. The loading posts, the meaningless Facebook statuses, ungrateful tweets. The rants, the raves, the pictures of girls I’ll never be and places I’ll never see because my mind is addicted to the instant results of clicking...
omg i hate fb chat. Didn’t realize I was online, stupid chat pops up, hesitated too long to pull off signing off as they message you shit. I hated AIM, i hate fb chat, I hate technology