king of kings

Sarah is my name, I'm 18. This means I'm technically an adult. For an adult I meow a lot. I'm Australian.
This blog is completely pointless, and I post things that amuse/shock/inspire/intrigue me. And cats too.
I really have no idea what I'm doing with my life at the moment.
I play an unhealthy amount of Solitaire waiting for my shitty internet to load.

Feb 25

I really can’t picture anyone at all having a crush on me. I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.

(via deadinmagazines)