#237.
Drained drained drained. Feeling pretty goddamn drained because I've been staying up late to talk to people. And stuff. And write. And stuff. But I guess it's all lovely because tomorrow is the last day of school and after tomorrow I will have two weeks all to myself (and cafe training) to sleep in as late as I want unless the mother decides that eight in the morning is late...

And I'm counting black sheep, to reacquaint myself with sleep,

And when the storm cloud, comes you're still light.

And you still shine..

Yellow.

Water on a Stove - Kisschasy.

+It's weird, because you never start me. You never ever ever start me. I recall once you started me, just once. But then never again. Well, I guess it's not like you don't want to talk to me, right? Screw that I should be sorry for bothering you constantly. It would just be nice if you talked to me once in a while.
I should really stop rambling. Haven't done an image flood in a while, here goes.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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