I'm not living, I'm just killing time

I'm Holly. I'm 15. I'm really short, and strange things interest me. I like art, literature, music, science, watching documentaries (literally about anything), the 60's, fashion, psychology, astrology and astronomy. I also love old things; antique furniture, paintings, clothes, photographs. It is nice to be of your acquaintance.

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Motivation to revise anybody?

Srsly I can’t do this.


1stperson:

“Incomplete” by arcipello


superpretty:

jacomo



film-grain:

(by ⥉⥉☪⥉⥉)

arreter:

travelling up north (by mani katz)




ailura:

Warm, wet springs in Hamsptead. Hoping for summer whilst enjoying hot tea. Afternoons eating biscuits and watching films. Board games, hot desserts. Walks after rain, the sound of cars driving through puddles. Dogs. Children being hurried along, underneath every branch; protected by a canopy of flowers. Cake, crumpets, toast. Leaving porridge in the cupboard and buying your first pack of muesli. Driving in the rain, shopping in yellow electric lit supermarkets, daring to buy soft fruit although the cost is extortionate. Deciding to cook something, phoning your mother. Watching the children, musing. Past. (via: hellanne) (by miranda simpson)


Flies are buzzing round my head.

You blink around every three seconds. That being, you spend an entire 1/3 of your life in the dark, and that’s not even including when you sleep. Maybe that literally sheds some light onto why, as humans, we’re so terrible at predicting change and disaster, and why we take so long to actually realise the consequences of our actions. Even when we know something will happen, or when we can tell what we’re doing is actually wrong, we very rarely stop. However, we’re meant to be the most intelligent lifeforms, having put men on the moon and discovered penicillin, but still, we give into the temptations of fast food, drugs, and unprotected sex.

How many unwanted children are there in the world? Lonely, hungry, unloved. And how many heroin addicts, or thirty stone teenagers living in ten bed mansion’s (because they ‘need’ the room) with their parents who have never earned a penny in their lives? And you ask yourself, why people allow their lives to go so drastically out of control?

It’s because it’s easy. It’s easy to sit at home and shoot heroin, or eat twenty big macs, or run away from a child you never wanted. But what’s really hard, is to actually live up to your responsibilities, especially in the now evil planet we call our home. And society complains and moans, I mean society always complains and moans, but what are we to judge when we let these people shrivel away like decaying matter, becoming nothing because there low life’s in the real world.

I’m considering that perhaps William Golding was right, and maybe if a group of distressed young boys were left to roam upon an island, it actually may end in them all turning into complete psychopaths at twelve years old.

Is it the all humans are fundamentally evil?



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