The second day I didn't write too much.
And the third day, this tumblr was created.
Taking out toughts from the chest before it explodes.
These notes are from me for me, to leave out somewhere (well, here). I don't want them to sink into the subconcious chest, so I am throwing them out while practicing my english.
Have a nice day, reader.
I suck at having good free will.
ethicalmadness:(via suzywire)
and I don’t know why I feel pure freedom while deep breathing with eyes closed.
Reblogged from The ethical part of the madness.
I don’t know why I relate this feeling as a counter-part of the feeling I get while I am smoking.
Reblogged from The ethical part of the madness.
Sometimes I am hungry for knowledge. Then, somehow I end up wanting some ignorance for a dessert.
hello
vomit wanted, non-desired, after spending time doing something worthy long-desired. secret tumblr in which I may post deep or not-so-deep stuff, to practice my english
