Meagan, sometimes Meg.
Melbourne, Australia. I'm seventeen.
I sing, it's everything.
"So this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."
I love rainy nights, cheesy puns, long curly hair, the smell of old books, Michael Cera, beautiful literature, classical music, kittens, Harry Potter, The Cure, Sigmund Freud, my boyfriend's jumpers, the colour red, strange love songs, Zooey Deschanel, people with pretty eyes, my brother Alex, actually all three of my brothers, Oscar Wilde, intelligence, wit and silliness but best of all I love my boyfriend Tom.
28/08/2010
the thought of growing old without ever becoming someone meaningul, or of worth
it frightens me. the thought of dying before i do or create or become something amazing terrifies me.
there is so much in my heart yet i have no energy to achieve any of it. i have so much to say yet i can’t find the right words.
i just suck.
When your boyfriend doesn’t understand when you fall in love with fictional characters
wow fine whatever i don’t need you anyway i have all my fictional boyfriends
