October 2011
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spookane:
I love you no homo
I love your cat no bestiality
I loved my great grandma no necrophilia
these cookies smell good no olfactophilia
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most people are excited about moving out because they’ll be able to go out and come back whenever and have as many parties as they want and shit like that.
i’m excited because i get to have a fridge full of whatever the fuck i want.
yay me :3
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things i can't do
anything productive on a sunday afternoon
be in a bad mood whilst listening to death cab for cutie
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my dad just informed me how much money i’d get if him and my mum “kicked the bucket”
it’s a pretty substantial amount, he’d better watch out
/loljk
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checking through my bank statement
all i buy is train tickets, food and clothes.
in that order.
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Anonymous asked: your really pretty :) btw how much do you weigh/ do you wear make up?
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my dad just likened childbirth to a car crash
“you know when you have traumatic experiences and you can just remember snapshots.. yeah that”
cool.
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things i need want
a sewing machine
clothes and clothes and clothes
a new ipod that FITS ALL MY MUSIC ON
a tripod
a place at manchester med school
freedom
a new guitar
more fucking time
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death? what do y’all know about death?
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“We prefer to do things comfortably. But I don’t want comfort… I want poetry. I...”
– Aldous Huxley (via littlemoons)
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sitting here, drinking green tea and trying to work out what the fuck an iodine clock is while my head slowly implodes.
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just returned from 3 days oop naaaaaarth. It was wonderful. The feeling of freedom and only being responsible for myself.
Didn’t want to come home.
Now I’m back and cooking my brother fish fingers. Can i go away again plz?
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my plan for the next week
Monday: Work, driving lesson, seeing why? in london!!!1!1
Tuesday: Train up to manchester, mooch around, maybe see a gig, sleep at my aunts.
Wednesday: Interview at manchester uni, then over to bradford to see my boyfriend.
Thursday: Down from Bradford.
Friday: Work, Shannon’s 18th
Saturday: Work
Sunday: Die.
Why am I so fuckin busy :( :( :(
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last night i tried to dance on a car then got really drunk and tired and was home by midnight. lol.
