Broken Clocks and Hearts

Hope you don't mind, I'll keep my name. I love dance, painting and writing. Books are my soul, and I steal bits and pieces to make myself. A puzzle stretched across several people's length.

I love decorating and fantasizing about pretty places. I love scented candles, live for tea, watch way too much TV and my window sill plants have died since last May.

I love travelling, and someday will travel all of Europe. I reblog pictures of sexy men, couples making out, and pretty things, a lot.

I'm an atheist, feminist and if you're a religious nutcase, please gtfo my blog. There are certain things I am very passionate about, and I say what I mean. I will probably offend you at some point, specially if you are homophobic,or religious, or any kind of extremist. If you don't like me, go away. Don't follow, like, reblog my personal posts. Nothing.

Broken clocks is stopped time, moments truly frozen in place. Broken hearts don't repair, but remain frozen in glass cases.

Oh, and I'm a very summery person. Rainy summers, sunny summers, warm summers, cool summers, summer storms, and I could go on but you get the general idea.