listening to florence and the machine and lana del rey ALL NIGHT
and nobody can stop me because music is always the best ever and i’ve missed it.
and nobody can stop me because music is always the best ever and i’ve missed it.
it’s so fucking frustrating feeling a bunch of feelings that you can’t work out.
fuq everyone the end. just wanna have my surgery and run away and live in a shack.
like i’m fine (i actually had a wonderful day) but other unrelated things make me ugh.
i think i just hate facebook because i hate half the people on it. hahahahaha woops.
I am amazed at the rate in which I can literally inhale popcorn
i’m tired as balls and everyone sucks what the fuck ever
because when he is excited/nervous he cannot stop moving, and it’s hilarious, and adorable, and he really really deserves to get into monash and have the best education he can get. nobody i know works harder than him. i’m pretty proud. the end.
Insanely so. There’s lucky and then there’s lucky.
don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t particularly bad, i was just so tired and not feeling great all round from the get go. cuddles from my kitten are helping but i really just want to snuggle up and be held and be looked after like a baby especially with this stupid ultrasound tomorrow.hi i’m really pathetic when i feel like crap
My kitten is a demon of mischief.