i look like a sleep deprived chipmunk. the bags under my eyes are rediculous and my glands are swollen so my face looks rediculous.
i’m so excited about moving out in a month, like i keep doing a happy little wiggle, but i feel really bad for my mum.. in less than a year she’s lost her husband and her daughter moving out like that’s got to be really hard to deal with but she won’t say anything because she knows i need to do this i can’t live at home anymore.
like it won’t be much different, cos i’m not here much anyway like i’ve spent 4 nights at home and in the next three weeks i’ll be spending about the same till i move out but none of my stuff will be here, my room will be completely empty and i won’t be here at all, like she wont make me coffee in the morning or wake me up for work, or come in and tell me to turn the tv off or see me as i run out the door to work..
scary shit man
so excited about road tripping it to france at the end of this month 😆😆
dog piled joanna earlier.. i jumped on last and got told i made no difference to how squashed they were and that i weigh basically nothing, good moment
i may not always be around or in a party kinda mood but i know when i am these hoes will always be there! i drop off the radar for weeks or sometimes months but when i pop up again it’s always like nothing has ever changed and that is what a good friendship should be 😘😘
Girl’s are amazing
I think we broke the notes…
i feel like i’m reblogging history. “the post that broke the notes”
THERE ARE NO FUCKING NOTES
WE HAVE REACHED INFINITY
what the heLL
where is it