(via grayskymorning)
My name is Chloe. 18.
I'm the ink from your newspaper rubbed into your thumb, brushed accidentally across you nose, making you look like a git.
I tumble a lot of rubbish on here, and I reblog like a fanatic.
The Zombies instead of The Beatles, Harry Potter instead of Twilight, Buddha instead of Satan, accordions instead of keyboards, Henry Miller instead of Jane Austen, beer instead of wine, Jamie Bell instead of Ed Westwick, city lights instead of forests, perms instead of straighteners, pearls instead of diamonds, kids with guns, old people dancing, and of course Jamie T.
If you click the pictures, they'll take you on an inspiring journey to their original source, which is quite frankly, a lot more interesting than this page. Peace.
