cut my life into pieces
MY BOOKSHELF JUST FELL OFF MY WALL AND OMG THERE WERE BOOKS EVERYWHERE AND I WAS REALLY SCARED THAT SOME OF THEM HAD BEEN DAMAGED AND UGGGHHH MY NARNIA HARDBACKS WERE THERE ON THE FLOOR AND I THOUGHT THE DUST COVER HAD RIPPED ON THE LION THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE AND OMG I CANT. I WAS SO FRUSTRATED AND I HAD TO PUT THEM ALL IN PILES OUT OF THE WAY AND MOVE THINGS AND MY ROOM IS A MESS AND THAT...
i know shes my cousin but i actually like her music
im going to go get in the shower and stuff then get some pepsi and listen to my cousin on the radio. coo’
but now i'm really happy.
why do i tell people things. i dont like doing it, so why do i. omg lol. i’m so depressing sometimes.
today was quite nice
the bus was really late this morning so i decided not to thank the driver in protest but then when i stepped off I HIT MY HEAD ON THE WING MIRROR AND IT REALLY HURT BUT IM NOT EVEN SURE WHY IT WAS SO CLOSE TO THE DOOR IN THE FIRST PLACE AND I THINK ITS BECAUSE I DIDNT THANK THE DRIVER. LIFE.
You made me happy.
Mick Hucknall looks like a raisin.
The moon looks brilliant tonight.
Last night was brilliant.
Dancing to destinys child, singing eye of the tiger, eating crisps and noodles, all of alex’s hats, group pictures, seeing hannah, the pong, flight of the conchords, running to my brother, sliding down the banister, my picture with caitlin, flying without wings, taking the pear cider, squashed in the box room, looking like lesbians, the shower rail falling, no glasses from the top shelf,...
butidoitbrilliantly asked: kate I was just chillin watching rack on youtube and it froze on a really cringy bit where ronnie was going crazay and I just needed to tell someone because it's hurting my insides lol
im worried for my brother.
the air smells really nice this morning.
Its times like this i wish i could still walk to school.
my psychology teacher is always giving us...
‘THIS, LADIES, IS THE TYPE OF GUY THAT WILL TELL YOU THAT HE NEEDS SOME SPACE. DON’T GO THERE’
Do you ever feel like your head could internally combust, and you just want to...– My psychology teacher (via butidoitbrilliantly)
I really want some fruit pastilles.