Tick, Tock, Tick, Tick, Tock.

Like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind. Or, my mind to be more precise. Hello, may I offer you some tea? Scone? I'm a 22 yr old student in Oxford, UK. This will serve as a collection or an e-moodboard (I just made that up, I quite like it!) of bits 'n bobs. Like a diary-come-blog-come-whatever. What makes it different to others however, is that my mind functions quite oddly compared to most. I spend my time trying to go to lectures, seminars, workshops, the library...but instead I find myself moping around doing what comes naturally to a semi neurotic wannabe writer in this cruel, cruel educational system. Anyway, stick around, make yourself at home, sugar's there, and if you need me I'll be in my office. Also, some things I post will be NSFW, as this tumblr is supposed to house the various circles from the depths of one's mind. So like, yeah. You'll find out more about me in due course.

A Death Becomes

no longer a wish, but your inevitable reality. Not your future, but surely very soon. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm now. Maybe a will would be useful. Oh wait, I have nothing anyway. Anymore.

If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you, whether it’s good or bad, then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people they find inspiring.

OMG trust ME to find this when I’m going through a broody phase. This is so me and my daughter one day. I say that now…

OMG trust ME to find this when I’m going through a broody phase. This is so me and my daughter one day. I say that now…

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