Something I can really relate to.

The sun's beaming on my face through the office window, Florence and The Machine is playing in my ears, I'm smiling.

:)



UNIVERSAL LIES.

I'm not drunk.

I won't hurt you.

Let's stay friends.

She's just a friend.

I lost your number.

I need time to myself.

I'll start a diet tomorrow.

'YOU'RE TOO EMOTIONAL.'

Yes I am fucking emotional. Yes the littlest things upset me and make me cry. And yes I eat my fucking emotions instead of starving myself.

But that's me and if you don't like it, go fuck.

It's a harsh reality really, that I love surprises, and yet I never receive any. Of the good kind anyway.

This would go down a treat.

I thoroughly enjoy everything about this photo.

Except maybe the green sheets.

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TOMORROW...

...I'M REALLY NOT FUSSED.

- I had an awesome dream last night which involved a very beautiful guy.
- Kelly Brook is a girl crush of mine. I want her figure.
- A fry up would go down a treat right now.
- I wish it was Friday so I could go to bed tonight knowing I didn't have to get up tomorrow.
- I'm bored of London.
- There's a load of hot guys around lately, where have you all come from?
- I miss my best guy mate who got a girlfriend and no longer seems to have the time for me.
- I need to book a holiday so I have some sun to look forward to.
- Not understanding why everyone seems to be having babies these days.
- I want to go on more road trips. Who can I come stay with?
- I like making lists.

buzzing for summer

Dear J. K Rowling,

I was fine when you said that Harry's parents were dead. Fine, when you killed Sirius. Ok, when you killed Hedwig and Mad-Eye. A little mad when you killed Dumbledore, but you crossed the line by killing Dobby.

Rebecca Lowers

I ♥ BIG BOYS WITH BIG TOYS

I LOVED BOURNEMOUTH.

(filthy times)

"everyday,

I fight back the urge to text you or talk to you.

telling myself that if you wanted to speak to me,

you would."

Fairly convinced that every girl can relate to this.

Woke up cold one Tuesday...

Guys really don’t have a clue when it comes to romance. I mean, come on, I’d say 99% of women are hopeless romantics. We rave about romcom’s and how dreamily fantastic the guys are in them so take a leaf out of their books and step up. Yesterday made me realise, more than ever, that most guys genuinely do stick to what they THINK a girl wants on Valentines. Flowers, chocolates, a card… No actually. Well, not me anyway. Sure, I love those things but I crave spontaneity. Something that makes you stand out from the rest, something unique and something that shows real thought and emotion behind it. Anyone can send flowers. Anyone can buy chocolates and a card. Some guys need to think outside the box. Personally, stereotypical Valentines presents just don’t cut it anymore.

Sickkk.

My brother's good for some things.

TOO MUCH, TOO YOUNG.

As of this weekend, I've lost my confidence.

Someone help me get it back?

It's Monday and I'm living for the weekend.

A pretty trying weekend for me that’s for sure. A load of drama flying left right and centre. Weekends like the one just gone remind me how much I really appreciate my mum and dad. They keep my chin up when I feel as though nothing could bring me out of my coma of depression. But hey, weekend over and it’s another Monday. Hoping this week shall fly by as I’m going to Bournemouth on Friday and couldn’t be happier at the thought of getting away for a couple of days. Three more early mornings and I’m away.

p.s I’m in one of those ‘lacking inspiration’ phases. Apologies.

UM, I'M KINDA NOT BLONDE ANYMORE...

My life really is one big emotional rollercoaster. I'm such an emotional person it's ridiculous. One second I can be crazily depressed and wanting to cry and within minutes, I can be the happiest, smiliest girl you'll ever see. It's strange because some of the littlest things can affect my mood but then something equally as insignificant but within a different topic flies through my head without a seconds consideration. I confuse myself. Doh.

Chyeaaaah boy.

If you haven't tried these, I advise you to.

NOM.

KINDA EXCITED FOR BOURNEMOUTH NEXT WEEKEND...

ED SHEERAN, PREPARE TO BE MOUNTED.

TODAY...
Tissues, a serious amount.
Vaseline
Cold water
Strepsils

Quite possibly the only things getting me through today. Illness sucks, I need my bed.

I’ve decided that not enough exciting things happen in my life. I’m always either at work or sleeping off work. I feel as though I never get the chance to go out and do ‘me’. There are so many things I want to do yet I’m never able to do them. No one looks back on their lives and remembers the night’s they got plenty of sleep. Unfortunately, I’m a massive sleeper. I crave recuperation regularly. I sit at my desk with all these big idea’s of things I’m going to do and plans for that evening, but the second I’ve had dinner and my lard arse hits the sofa, that’s it. All those plans fly out of the window, the tiredness kicks in and bed seems like the best idea. I try to fight through the negativity and tell myself ‘you only live once’ but when those plans are nothing out of the ordinary and lack spontaneity, my head replies, ‘they can wait’. Weekends fly by and I never get to accomplish everything that I wanted to.
I need more time. Someone give me time.

'Listen to your heart.'

(my new tattoo)

HAPPY FEBRUARY, FUCKERS.