nat; RIOT NOT DIET [TFC] - ProfilesArchive

About Me

Hi, I'm Nat, and I like nothing better than spending suburban afternoons in an alcoholic haze
i couldn't survive without hugs.
green is the best colour ever (:
"err wait, did you just give me a wine glass full of sambucca?" "yeah"
i'm so laid back i'm practically fucking horizontal
& i think everyone else should be too, chill out & stop taking yourselves so seriously :)
my friends mean fucking everything to me,
& i'd do pretty much anything to stop them getting hurt (:
i like to drink (a bit too much)
my about me changes a lot. :)

RISK IT FOR A PEANUT BUTTER KITKAT CHUNKY!

i'm aware i don't make sense a lot of the time
nobody can follow my train of thought cause even i can't :/

apparently a lot of people are intimidated by me when they first meet me, fuck knows why tho
talk to me, it'll be worth your time :) .. .. .. .. ....

My Interests

"what's that temazepam like?"
"it's like if you were a gas man and in your job you had to go and smell all the gas samples in all the houses in the world"

I'd like to meet:

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes â€œAwww!â€

Music:

atm:

the rocket summer
panic! at the disco
meshuggah
motion city soundtrack
dizzee rascal
tenacious d
more, but this could go on forever...

Movies:

"Robot man and robot woman in a gripping tale of suspense, lust, love and confusion: 'Sexy gorgeous robot man and robot woman'."

Books:

the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined

they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss

they speak whatever's on their mind
they do whatever's in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance

Heroes:

jasmine tubridy
jonathan william david thompson
amber king
james collins
emily denison
ruby milnes, r.i.p