chloes party 2, or so, weeks ago. my fav picture, i dont know why tho
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joe baynham is insane
i am ghandi.
i am no longer feeling emo ahaha, but art, history and maths are BRINGING ME DOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWN. the northern downpour does not send it’s love.
out numbered and confused. i dont know who they are anymore, i dont know how to set it right.
There were different views as to what the main aim of the concentration camps were used for, some were purely for extermination, others were used as transit camps and others were used for slave labour camps….
anna, come back. the reality is that you will fail your history gcse if you do not put in the effort. see you in a few hours?
Where are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only just begun to fall, crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling. Spin me round again and rub my eyes. This can’t be happening. When busy streets a mess with people, would stop to hold their heads heavy. hide and seek. Trains and sewing machines. All those years they were here first. Oily marks appear on walls, where pleasure moments hung before. The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life. Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. Oh, you won’t catch me around here. Blood and tears, they were here first. Mmm, what you say? Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did. Mmm, what you say? Mm, that it’s all for the best? Ah of course it is. Mmm, what you say? Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this. Mmm what you say? What did she say? Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth. Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs. Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you. You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit. Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth. Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs. Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you. You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
im completely done with our bitchiness, because really it never solved anything. i cannot believe how much my life has changed since year 7, im now year 11 and it seems like my 5 years have dissapeared. ive gone through many friends in these years and met some fantastic people, and im sure i’ll continue to do so. people change and nobody can ever stop it but i never thought a person could change so much and i miss the person they used to be. having said that, i suppose its a good thing that people’s true colours have been learnt because without it i wouldnt be able to decide who will be the more durable friends. argh, there’s so much i want to type but when i think about it all i just cant.
i just look back and think…