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I live in Scotland.
and I'm awkward as fuck.


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Merchant Ships - Sleep Patterns

September 9, 2001. Gary and I were skating at a hospital on top of a huge hill overlooking a valley. 
An ambulance came and took out a dead woman. Gary asked me why she wasn’t moving or blinking. They hadn’t closed her eyes yet.She must have died on the way.

A car full of family and friends came in with the ambulance. They were all crying and hugging each other. One woman screamed hysterically and grabbed at the woman’s body asking her to wake up.

I had to tell Gary that her soul went to Heaven. 
I didn’t believe a word of it, but I knew it’d be easier for him to understand. 
Two days from now, at 9 AM, the planes will hit the World Trade Center killing over 3,000 people. I will tell Gary that there is no God, and all of this is meaningless. 
But today, there is a God. And he has a plan for him. 


He doesn’t know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart and I will move far away and won’t see or talk to him for five years.
And as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down and he asks me what I want out of my life. I tell him I don’t know. 

On and on we run away from the things we are afraid of. - x3

I don’t tell him about the dream I had the night before where I’m riding in a car full of strangers and singing to some song I’ve never heard and smoking a cigarette and we swerve off the road and hit a tree. I go through the windshield and hit the edge of a fence, dislocating my jaw and flipping me into a wall where my neck is broken, and my skull is fractured. I bleed to death in excruciating pain. 


I will have this dream periodically until I meet all of the strangers, one by one introducing them all to one another until we are a close group of friends. I will set these events in motion, and I will die. 

But today in the warm light of the sunset, I don’t see it. I just see the sunset. I smile back and shake my head. I have absolutely no idea. I am afraid.

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And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself. Charles Dickens  (via leahsayslisten)

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It’s true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don’t mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine. Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via observando) 512 notes
unexplained-events:

Kummakivi or “Strange Rock” can be found in the forests of Finland. These strange geological formation have, without any scientific explanation, wound up in a perplexing positions. The mystifying sight is that of a giant rock performing an unbelievable balancing act on a seemingly smooth, curved mound. 

unexplained-events:

Kummakivi or “Strange Rock” can be found in the forests of Finland. These strange geological formation have, without any scientific explanation, wound up in a perplexing positions. The mystifying sight is that of a giant rock performing an unbelievable balancing act on a seemingly smooth, curved mound. 

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manikinfear:

I’ve now accepted the fact that I will die in a pile of unread books.

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Romanticisation of Mental Illness, Kelsey Weaver

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I hate these short waves of positivity I get sometimes. I feel fab right now and I just wanna go see my friends and have fun but I know in half an hour I’m going to want to die again.

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The prince fought valiantly.
He slayed the dragon.
The princess cried for days.
She loved that dragon.
The stories fairytales don’t tell   (via thehumaninbloom)

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greypoppies:

I want to do things with my life but I also want to bury myself in a forest and let the moss grow over me so where does that leave us

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explodinghye:

heard some non-savory comments from my family about my dear ball python so i was inspired to make some little psa’s about snakes!!! they are our scaly friends do not harm noodles
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Ball Pythons are like the chillest animal in existence I don’t even know how people can be scared or hateful towards them.

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Having myself a little pity party this evening. How fun.

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