this is for the dreamers ϟ
Daisy Tong Zheng, 18, Sydney. Hopeless romantic, dreamer, appreciator of aesthetically pleasing things in life and always will be a kid at heart. // hunger games, harry potter, photography, music, happiness.


personal side of things / sunnygreyskies

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person(s) believing in magic

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Never talk about being bullied but when you were nearly everyday up to year 8, things like this make you so happy that people are actually making a difference.

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8 Running Gags

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ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life

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aradiah:

look at these potatoes even though they have different skin colours they are still friends we should all act more like potatoes

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11,073 notes EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.