Why hello there. I'm a collection of organic molecules called Magnolia.
But you may refer to me as God.

I am a mammalian amniotic tetrapodal sarcopterygian osteichthyen gnathostomal vertebrate cranial chordate.
I am twenty one years of age.
And I reside in Melbourne, Australia.
Everything else can be found here.


All I do is watch films and television, plan outfits, listen to music, go to school, eat junk and create things. Occasionally, I like to be pretentious and hateful. But I like you.


Well, mainly I just like James Ford.

September 6th
4:30 AM
Via
"If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough."
—  David Levithan, Every Day (via aneclecticmess)
February 14th
2:07 PM
Via
"How wrong to think I was anyone else, like thinking grass stains make you a beautiful view, like getting kissed makes you kissable, like feeling warm makes you coffee, like liking movies makes you a director. How utterly incorrect to think it any other way, a box of crap is treasures, a boy smiling means it, a gentle moment is a life improved."
—  Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up (via limbless)
February 9th
8:16 AM
Via
"You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are."
—  The Fault in our Stars by John Green (via thewizardcops)
January 24th
7:26 PM
Via
"People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn’t bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn’t bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn’t even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn’t bear not to."
—  Looking for Alaska (via ahouseoforchids)
January 21st
2:05 AM
Via
"I don’t smoke, although it looks fantastic in films. But I light matches on those thinking blank nights when I crawl my route out onto the roof of the garage and the sky while my parents sleep innocent and the lonely cars move sparse on the faraway streets, when the pillow won’t stay cool and the blankets bother my body no matter how I move or lie still. I just sit with my legs dangling and light matches and watch them flicker away."
—  Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up (via laureltree)
December 15th
1:55 PM
Via
"I’m not a believer in predetermined fates, being rewarded for one’s efforts. I’m not a believer in karma. The reason why I try to be a good person is because I think it’s the right thing to do. If I commit fewer bad acts there will be fewer bad acts, maybe other people will join in committing fewer bad acts, and in time there will be fewer and fewer of them."
—  Daniel Handler (via kopernician)
December 11th
10:16 AM
Via
"We’ll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create."
—  Chuck Palahniuk (via endorfins)
December 10th
5:21 PM
Via
"Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth."
—  Margaret Atwood (Blind Assassin)
October 31st
12:24 PM
Via
"If human beings had genuine courage, they’d wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween."
—  Douglas Coupland. (via my-unsolicited-opinion)
October 25th
6:49 PM
Via
"If there’s one thing I know, it’s that there’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what."
—  John Green, An Abundance of Katherines (via raphaellamartelino)
October 18th
9:27 AM
Via
"People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown."
—  Chuck Palahniuk, “Survivor” (via bettywhitepower)
October 14th
4:43 AM
Via
"May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air."
—  Franz Kafka (via bookmania)
October 13th
9:51 PM
Via
"People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes."
—  Neil Gaiman (@estincelle)
October 11th
8:28 AM
Via
"The grey paint peels off the wall in odd and beautiful patterns, each cracked polygon of paint a snow flake of decay."
—  Paper Towns by John Green, page 147 (via thewizardcops)
September 28th
7:41 PM
Via
"How much misery, how much needless despair has been caused by a series of biological mismatches, a misalignment of the hormones and pheromones? Resulting in the fact that the one you love so passionately won’t or can’t love you. As a species we’re pathetic in that way: imperfectly monogamous. If we could only pair-bond for life, like gibbons, or else opt for total guilt-free promiscuity, there’d be no more sexual torment. Better plan – make it cyclical and also inevitable, as in the other mammals. You’d never want someone you couldn’t have."
—  Oryx and Crake ~ Margaret Atwood (via nim0)