therese. 18. emotionally attached to books and australian soap operas.
I will go out again this very night with my rockets and fuses. I will blow them straight out of their comfortable beds. Blow the rooftops off their houses. Blow the black, wretched night to bits. I will not stop. For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient. - Revolution, 2010
currently reading: "isla and the happily ever after" by stephanie perkins