My name is Georgia &
I'm not really passionate about anything.
I'm twenty, from Adelaide.

But tonight I say we must move forward, not backward. Upward, not forward. And always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom!

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legitimatecacti:

commander shepard rattling off monologues from human scifi movies every time she has to make a speech and the humans in the team just snorting under their breath while the aliens are like “wow did she just make this up out of nowhere? this is amazing”

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natawhat:

misandrist:

People in their early twenties still refer to people older than them as “adults”. When do you think they stop… and realize… they are adults

I’m not an adult, I’m a child with a drinking permit.

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spicyroll:

Let’s kick some Reaper ass!

spicyroll:

Let’s kick some Reaper ass!

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garbus pls

garbus pls

Tagged: me garrus mass effect jesus christ I am so excited

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"I’d rather spill
my coffee
than write about
you again.


It will burn less."
(j.e.g)

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fozmeadows:

In which seven cats all discover the same slightly elevated flat thing and claim it as their own while pretending the other six cats don’t exist.

fozmeadows:

In which seven cats all discover the same slightly elevated flat thing and claim it as their own while pretending the other six cats don’t exist.

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"I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am."
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath  (via stay-ocean-minded)

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"

sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day

sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)

sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it

sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be

"

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"Everyone’s just looking for reasons to wake up and get out of bed, some do it for nothing but a kiss, perhaps a cup of coffee, others have a harder time; no train to catch, no hand to hold, no reasons at all."
Unknown (via psych-facts)

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