About
Lynette. Monash University. Psychology. Communications. Melbourne, AustraliaWith my eyes, I see
With my ears, I hear
With my lips, I speak
With my heart, I yearn
With my soul, I shine
Following
Pain by ~cross-mf on deviantART
I was pretty much the ball today. abdomen hurt so bad.
Belle Of The Boulevard | Dashboard Confessional
Damn, Dashboard just keeps getting better.
Don’t turn away, dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Don’t be afraid or keep it all inside, all inside
When you fall apart, dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Life is always hard, for the belle of the boulevard
Chew Chor Meng (Mediacorp Artiste) testimony
The church was built in 1400 and decorating began in 1870. But the decorating was not done with beautiful artwork or sculptures, but rather arrangements of bones. At this church you will find somewhere between 40,000 and 70,000 human bones used in the décor. Macabre and yet enchanting this church must be seen to be believed.
World’s Largest Chocolate Fountain, Las Vegas
Well they say that chocolate is an aphrodisiac and well who doesn’t love chocolate? At the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas is the world’s largest chocolate fountain. World renown pastry chef Jean Philippe Maury spent a year and a half in design and planning alone to build this monstrosity. The chocolate fountain is 27 feet tall and circulates 2,100 pounds of chocolate at a rate of 120 quarts per minute. There are three types of chocolate in the fountain and while you may not be able to eat directly from the found Jean Philippe’s bakery offers plenty of the prized chocolate.
(via Snarl by ~PaleIsPretty on deviantART)
I’m itching for a fight. Been snarling at the slightest things today. What’s wrong with me? Grr…
(via theanimalblog)
i am the queen of my castle chair.
Miss Impossible by Poets of the Fall
She can see about four satellites every minute of the hour
And find a four leaf clover where you never saw a flower
She’s habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular
Barefoot in nightgowns, that’s how she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown, like she was washing ‘way her pain
As she is beautiful, she’s unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what’s the difference, it’s impossible to bait her
She can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you
It can be a tad hysterical, but never quite the breakthrough
She’s some kind of an epitome, the sea of intranquility
In flimsy nightgowns, barefoot she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown, like she was washing ‘way her pain
As she is beautiful, she’s unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what’s the difference, it’s an impossible debate
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In my own quirky way, I relate this song to chocolate. I’m pretty sure you can guess why.
and I can’t believe how under-represented Poets is. But I guess I also like it that way. Makes them a little bit mine great =D
i wonder who is the real me.