Men are bloody useless.
Men are bloody useless.
I just nearly have everything packed for Download tomorrow. I’m getting excited but equally...
I just nearly have everything packed for Download tomorrow. I’m getting excited but equally worried. I know once we have our tents up and we’re chilled I’ll be fine. I’m such a stress head.
You are the cutest gal with the best sense of fashion *o*
Hehehehe, thanks sweetie! ^_^
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Glorify Obesity Tip #7
Leggings as pants are always appropriate.
ALWAYS
The best kind of day is a sex toy delivery day.
The best kind of day is a sex toy delivery day.
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i'm here to tell you that you're pretty because you don't want to hear it. everybody have their off days and you just have to live with it. just do some relaxing things. don't think about the stressful things in the future right now, just focus on the fun stuff right now. do some self love. take a bath with a glittery bath bomb and just relax.
See, this is the kind of message that is useful when I'm feeling crap. Thank you. I do have a lot of stuff to do today and tomorrow and I think it was getting on top of me a little bit. I'm just chilling out for a bit and I'll deal with stuff I have to do when it's time to. I had a shower with my favourite mango shower gel and that helped too. A cup of tea and a mindless scroll through tumblr and I should be fine. Again, thank you.
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After saying that I look moody and I felt panic attacky and generally crap, I got a good few...
After saying that I look moody and I felt panic attacky and generally crap, I got a good few messages saying ‘you look lovely’ or ‘no, you’re cute’. I mean yeah, but why does the fact you find me attractive suddenly cure the way I’m feeling. Like ‘oh, you think I’m pretty???? that means I’m fine now and as happy as can be’. Also, like I should be allowed to have days when I look like shit cause I feel moody, I don’t want to be pretty all of the time. Just anything but that. It really does not help.
This hasn’t happened for ages now. I had to email my tutor and say I’m not feeling good...
This hasn’t happened for ages now. I had to email my tutor and say I’m not feeling good enough to come in today. I’m on the brink of a massive panic attack. I know it’s a mixture of things that have properly put me off to a weird start today. I know I have stuff to finish packing today and washing to do and stuff. I just need to sit and calm down for a second. I thought I got past this panic attack because of going into uni thing. I know the exact reason why it’s got me but fucking hell, not happy about this. Wellbeing and happiness first.
Looking like a big fat tired moody bitch today. No fucks.
Looking like a big fat tired moody bitch today. No fucks.
I have to go into uni today for a talk on next year and to look at the 3rd year’s degree...
I have to go into uni today for a talk on next year and to look at the 3rd year’s degree stuff. Then I have to pick up a few things we forgot to get from the shop yesterday. Eurgh. I want to do none of these things. I need to wash.
I just woke up in a cold sweat. That was the worst kind of dream, what is my brain doing? This is a...
I just woke up in a cold sweat. That was the worst kind of dream, what is my brain doing? This is a recurring dream I think, I’ve had it in some form a lot of times now. Picture this as a Secret Garden type film, it was sort of a mixure of that era and now. I can’t quite remember how it started but it was me and I was probably 13 or 14 and I got kidnapped but some people who owned a corner shop. They kept me there, behind the desk part and told me if I moved they’d kill me. I think a few times, they took me out into the actual shop part a raped me. Sometimes people would come into the shop when I was out from behind the desk and I tried to tell them what was happening but every time I tugged on their trousers or something, the shop keepers would catch wind and punish me or hit me. They ended up taking me to this huge farm place where there was this load of tunnely like sheds that I was meant to be kept in. They took me in and left me there. In there was a little blonde girl maybe 7 or 8, and she told me that they kidnap people and bring them here. They traded in livestock, so that’s what they were doing with us. We were there for what seemed like years, I’d really changed, it was horrible and dark and dingy, other than the top half which was like loads of glass windows nailed together, like a really long, shoddy wooden conservatory, the rest was like a cold, dark tiled bathroom almost, like it had been toilets before we had been there. There was a horrible straw haired, manky toothed woman that ‘looked after us’, she’d come to visit now and then to feed us. On this one occasion, she came to see us and said there was a present for me in the end of this tunnel, by the front door. I opened the crumpled silver bag and there was a teddy bear in it. It felt like the best thing that had happened to me forever and put the situation I was in into perspective. I knew the front door was unlocked and the woman was in the furthest part of our living place, I grabbed my teddy bear and the little girl I’d become friends with and we just ran and kept on running down all of these lanes, the woman and her husband (who was equally as disgusting looking) were chasing us and got really close to us, then would disappear over and over again. We got to a main road of a town, being night by then, there weren’t many people around. We started screaming to get people’s attention, we thought the woman and her husband would turn up at any second. We came across people that had broken down in their car and were getting towed and asked if there was police anywhere. Out of the crowd stepped this young brunette woman who looked at us like we were crazy. We just carried on screaming saying that we’d been kept captive for ages and we’d been raped and stuff. She was skeptical but brought us into her van anyway to talk to us about what had happened. We both told her our stories, but she said we couldn’t do anything without proof so we were going to have to think about how we were going to out the people who imprisoned us. We thought that because they dealt in livestock, she could pose as a horse salesman, them being the biggest animals to deal with and they’d definitely be interested in that. She decided we had to go back to the shop and the place we had to stay in to collect evidence. We drove past the shop but it looked empty and kind of like an open toy’s house. It was weird but we managed to point out which one it was. Then we went back to the farm, and tried to sneak in. It looked completely different, like they’d shifted it around or we’d gone to the wrong place. The little girl and the police woman were not being sneaky enough because the woman was in the window and could easily see them. They still carried on climbing down the massive hill that was outside of the farm right in front of the woman. Her and her husband ended up almost flying out of their house in a possessed like manner screaming and shouting to get off their property and we bailed and ran away before they could catch us and put us back in their place. Once we were in safety, the police woman just shook her head and said there was nothing she could do now because our cover had been blown and we had no evidence.
I woke up here and that was horrible because I still don’t know what would have happened. That dream sucked so hard because it was so vivid and stuff too. Ew, my mind. I feel really weird now too. You know those dreams that affect your entire day. Yeah.
www(.)ivillage(.)com/five-minute-chocolate-mug-cake/3-r-61011 except only cook it for two minutes!! Super easy and good!
I love these so much! They're great. I might make one if I can manage to get myself out of bed, ha.
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I would really appreciate some chocolate and/or chocolate cake right now.
I would really appreciate some chocolate and/or chocolate cake right now.
infinitenap: love fight
I do not care. Russel Brand is on my tv and he is so bloody god damn attractive.
I do not care. Russel Brand is on my tv and he is so bloody god damn attractive.
Don’t touch my alcohol, my god, I don’t care if you’re buying me some more...
Don’t touch my alcohol, my god, I don’t care if you’re buying me some more tomorrow. I don’t like people touching my stuff.
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