Following:
Rolling Stonei thought of you, while in the shower
and i thought of how nice it’d be
to have your things among my things
along the bathtub’s edge
and i imagined myself running out of soap
and using yours
and wearing you to work, and the grocery store
and i imagined that night, laying down beside you
and smelling your neck
and finding out where all my soap had gone
(Source: abigailpaige, via alltheprettythings)
Writing essays on
Disco culture and cocaine
Make me want cocaine
Telepathy, work.
Tell Tuohy I need some tea
Tea tea tea tea tea
(Source: songs-about-leaving, via weekendtongue)
Apparently everyone has a death wish tonight.
Everyone…
Oh snap I reckon this week will slowly diminish my will to live.
I had my mid-tri break from uni last week and was sick the entire time so hardly got any work done. Eugggh.
To do by Friday:
I just want to wear my onesie and drink tea all day and snuggle with my guinea pigs and have Tuohy to be nice to me again.
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond, e.e. cummings
I am so sad today. The rain was beautiful.
(Source: gershwins, via killthefez)
Christmas Eve! (or my amazing Dad’s b’day)
So happy today, it’s only 9 and I’ve:
Made coffee
Drove Tuohy to work
Did the best weights workout, like ever
Food shopped
Baked goods for Nickbear’s drinks tonight
Had tea mmmmm
Now I shall pop in the shower, get Dad’s present (magnetic fridge scrabble - small and cheap but I know he’ll love it), drive to St Ives and see ma and pa, and lounge in the pool for agggggeeeeesss!
I’m also really excited as Tuoh finished work early so we’re going bowling! Then when we’re all pooped he’s going to help me ice cakes and make sushi for Nick’s tonight :)
I’ve also realised this year has been so hard, but has filled me with gratitude for many things: My parents, Tuohy the big bear of my life who had to go through getting deported!, my little guinea princesses, the fox den, being fit, working hard and challenging myself, AIM (even though sometimes… hahaha), my beautiful friends, the music in my life, some new ways of thinking, and probably a lot more I cannot recall.
I hope you all have a wonderful christmas!
Scratch scratch punch x
My new favorite post.
This person just took all my hurt and anger and hate and made it words. I love you so much.
How long do burns hang around?
— Augustus from John Green’s novel “The Fault In Our Stars” (via sufferableexistence)
— And this is something I will never forget.
