Just got a friend request on facebook off someone I don’t know, looked through his pictures to find this 

Don’t know why but I’m absolutely creasing

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If things with Liam Fray don’t work out for me I’ll happily marry Hugh Grant instead x

Managed to squeeze in a naughty four page essay on the Beatles in my general studies exam this morning

Just thinking how amazing it is to not only still have both my grandparents at the ages of 91 and 96 but how beautiful it is that they have been married 70 years this year. My grandad had to read out his and my nana’s dates of birth on the phone and to hear ‘..1921’ and ‘..1916’ is something I find sort of unbelievable… 91 years old and he’s still phoning Sky up to get his Sky+ HD box fitted in his living room.
I know I take it for granted every single day but they really are the most amazing people I know. I also find it quite a shame to think that these days it is rare to hear of a marriage lasting half as long as theirs. They better be alright for August 14th, we’re having a party for their 70th anniversary. X

Think I just use this now as a place to shamelessly post selfies 
Absolutely shattered when all I’ve done today is read and listen to Laura Marling in a bubble bath, and now I’m going to Kate’s to spend the night moaning about the shite that is Eurovision. Still can’t believe my dad’s put a bet on it… Midlife crisis?

Think my greatest talent is putting problems to the back of my mind and hoping they’ll go away

Doing my mum a favour and tidying the house up while dad follows me round shouting ‘women’s work!’ and ‘get in the kitchen!’ I really want to see Tom tonight which probably means I won’t

It’s just hit me how absolutely terrified I am of growing up and becoming an ‘adult’ in the sense that I’ll have to fend for myself, do my own shopping and washing and pay my own bills and sort my own problems and all the silly things that I would have no idea how to cope with. How am I meant to grow up when my mum still makes my cups of tea for me

I swear to god if I’m seated next to a window for my statistics exam I’m jumping out of it

Does nobody understand? James Joyce’s last words (via teargaz)

(Source: larmoyante, via lieandsneak)