jessica. nineteen. melbourne.

i am a hopeless romantic, i love walking around cities at night, and peaceful adventures.
i love exploring and listening to music that moves my heart.

The XX’s lyrics sum up all my emotions. 

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all

Truth be told I want to grow old with you. Cause what we’ve got is all that I want, it’s true. It gets easier to love you..

No walls,
Can keep me protected
No sleep,
Nothing inbetween me and the rain
And you can’t save me now,
I’m in the grip of a hurricane
I’m gonna blow myself away.

I’m going out,
I’m gonna drink myself to death
And in the crowd
I see you with someone else,
I brace myself,
Cause I know it’s going to hurt,
But I like to think at least things can’t get any worse.

No home,
I don’t want shelter,
No calm,
Nothing to keep me from the storm,
And you can’t hold me down,
‘Cause I belong to the hurricane,
It’s gonna blow us all away.

Blinding

Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realise that it was you who held me under

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back
Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Snow White’s stitching up the circuitboards
Synapse slipping through the hidden door
Snow White’s stitching up the circuitboard

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Snow White’s stitching up the circuitboards
Synapse slipping through the hidden door
Snow White’s stitching up the circuitboard
Synapse slipping through the hidden door

I cant even understand me, so don’t think that you can help me.

bowerbirder:

“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.” - Fydor Dostoevsky 

radiohead. <3

And I think I&#8217;m ready, to let you to get under my skin 

this is nonstop baby, you got me going crazy

rachaeldowd:

(by allie madigan)
i can’t wait to get out and explore. see new place, meet new people. maybe for once, actually live. live a life of adventure, memories, no rules. live for just one mission - to be happy. to see what it really feels like to wake up every morning and see new faces. to open my eyes and greet the day with open arms because i knew no matter what happened from then on, i were living a life worth living. i was alive.