Tanveer. 16. England.
I'm a perfectionist, a procrastinator, and at times a bit of a smartass. I have OCD. I breathe music. I believe in karma and that things happen for a reason. I try to end each day as if it were my last.
I'm an odd person. A bit too 'awk, a bit too self-conscious and a bit too insecure.
I like Madina Lake, sleep and sleeping in, taking loads of pictures, the colour grey, playing/making/listening to music, storms, Jack's Mannequin, the internet, reading, web design, staying at home, art, messy hair and headbands, writing lists, floral prints, wooden beads and plaited bracelets, misfits, slow acoustic songs, drinking water, harry potter, skins, sunsets, the night sky, the aurora borealis, thye catcher in the rye + nic etc
I'm scared of insects and creepy crawlies and huge heights that look unsafe. I'm scared of growing up and leaving but at the same time can't wait.
I wish I was Peter Pan.
got a bottle of smirnoff and the whole kitchen, haven’t eaten, gonna watch the first film we ever watched together, depressed as hell and he’s pretended it’s all okay, notice the word pretended because he’s only bothered to speak to me once. idgaf anymore, i don’t want to go back to him like i always too. i don’t think anyone will read this or care anyway, i feel like crying but i’m sick of it. music first, the notebook after. or in between, i don’t really care much for if i watch it properly, i wanted to watch it again with him this weekend before all this shit happened )’: