#512.
In bed listening to the Kooks album my best friend got me for my birthday. Thinking about why I feel so stupid about this. This is nothing, not a big deal. I don't know why I feel like crying and I'm sure it's ridiculous of me but I don't know. I feel like I've lost my place in your life and that because I've been acting stupid lately that you're giving me the slip and I don't feel as if we talk like we used to. Things we say to each other lately are so bland and easily forgotten. I miss those stupid long conversations that would make me smile. Maybe I'm just asking too much but this music makes me nostalgic for times when everything mattered a little bit less.


Rose. Those damned rose coloured glasses that make everything seem so much better in your memories.

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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