elkane:

Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.

wow this is amazing.
i love morrissey so much
his style his idiosyncracies and just him in general
he has so many opinions and doesn’t care if they’re voiced
a bit similar to me
i’ll just say what i think about you or a situation or in general
 
definitely this please. i need change. i crave it.

i just want it to feel like my life has meaning

that i’m doing something that can be esteemed or praised or acknowledged

i don’t know how to explain it but it would make me feel fulfilled

it’s really confusing

and i don’t what that thing could be

Anonymous: are you finally coming back to tumblr????

ye probably! cos i wanna use it as my journal of everything i love and life in general. so my posts will be frequent but less of them.

born to live fast and die young

i would just love to be back at ashton lane and have some cocktails.

besides that, it’s a quirky place that’s parallel to my style.

i wish i lived there - in the west end.

hold me in your arms, hold me like your bestest friend

i love her so much. can’t express how much i love lana del rey.
melifluously:

legit all i need right now (especially when my bath smells of cranberry blackcurrant and chamomile smoothie) along with frank ocean playing in the background

i got rockness off of work for this year and i’m ecstatic because it’s the last year my friends and i will properly be together for it, i think. seeing as i’m going to australia and the others are moving on too.

it’s sad having to grow up. i like change but not like this. being distant from all your friends and starting to build your own life.

i really wanna watch psycho (1960) hitchcock film, but it seems really scary

A shot from one of my favourite films.
The Rear Window exposes so many philosophies of life and the ideas make you ponder life a lot more.
It’s Tippi Hedron in one of my favourite Hitchcock films.
It actually put me in consternation watching it, and knowing that Tippi Hedron was victimised quite a bit in this movie by Hitchcock. Especially in the scene where she goes into the room and all the birds attack her. She was coaxed into believing she would be acting in a scene with mechanical birds. However, twisted Hitchcock decided to use real birds and Hedron was in over 50 takes of this scene.
I am afraid of birds even more now after this film. Hitchcock was the master of suspense and thrill.