a feast for crows
about me

bollocks.

nineteen, australian, living in a house with a boy and a cat and a roof-height cardboard ryan gosling. I stare at people through the blinds. that basically sums up my life. why are you asking me.  I  haven’t seen it.  I haven’t seen any hats anywhere. I would not steal a hat. don’t ask me any more questions.

I do believe that fatalism is complacency.