Nothing has changed, including the fact that I’m a complete mug for caring this much. Thought I’d finished spending weekends hoping for more and being disappointed at less
A weekend filled with tears, self-pity and anger. A Friday spent arguing, a Saturday spent alone and crying down the phone to Edward, a Sunday with too much time to think about it.
It’s a feeling which takes root in the deepest recesses of the otherwise unreachable and goes on to bloom and blossom into something which cannot be expressed through mere words, and yet which makes me want to pick up a pen and pour my heart onto a page. I want to sing, shout, follow the string of your words until I am lost; disorientation has never been so favourable.
Lost about a stone since the start of the year, and instead of motivating me towards my holiday body, all it’s done is made me complacent and now the diet/exercise has gone to shit. I WILL start again tomorrow… (I won’t)
Anonymous asked: I've been scrolling through your Archive on here and I've discovered that you pretty much like everything that i love, the same music! The same tv! I don't know anybody who likes Hello Ladies, i love it! I'd talk to you off anon but my tumblr isn't personal at all so it makes no difference haha, I do wish to make you smile though
I love Hello Ladies!! Aww come off anonymous anyway I’m curious :)
Anonymous asked: I would literally whizz into your life in a heartbeat and sweep you off your feet, if only i had the balls to talk to you. If i could get past the initial fear of talking to you, i'm pretty certain i could make you smile at least once a day
Anything that makes me smile sounds good to me, talk to me!! Aha I’m alright really, promise :)
Dunno why I’m arsed actually it’s a pointless day anyway