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Martha-my-dear is my name. 21 years of age. Socially terrified. Animal lover. The Beatles. Patchouli oil as perfume. Fascinated by beards. Lennon/McCartney. Styles/Tomlinson certainly. Glam rock. Nonsense story writer. A loony loon. :)

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The past year and maybe more than that has been somewhat of a huge rather ridiculous roller coaster of many things and a lot of things have happened. All of that aside, I’m trying to write more honestly likely. And intrinsic in that is the idea that writing and posting things online (albeit anonymously?) is itself a contradiction. Am I writing for myself and for ease of writing or am I writing (somewhere, subconsciously, less subconsciously and more consciously so) for the purpose of being acknowledged for said writing? I don’t know. It’s a bit like charlie. Maybe the thought of someone, however anonymously so, reading your shitty rant, that’s a thing that’s comforting because it means that someone somewhere read your thoughts and maybe misunderstood but read them regardless. That’s a nice thought eh.

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Tumblr worthy? I think so. One of my better works.

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Tumblr worthy? I think so. One of my better works.


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“Well, he’s like a brother. I love him. Families – we certainly have our ups and downs and our quarrels. But at the end of the day, when it’s all said and done, I would do anything for him, I think he would do anything for me.”
— John Lennon on Paul McCartney

takemebackto70s80s:

Well, he’s like a brother. I love him. Families – we certainly have our ups and downs and our quarrels. But at the end of the day, when it’s all said and done, I would do anything for him, I think he would do anything for me.
— John Lennon on Paul McCartney

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Pictures Of Lily

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Pictures Of Lily


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"Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars."

~ Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via itsfromabook)

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