February 2012
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Every boy needs a beard and a cat. And I need all 3 for Valentines please. http://www.buzzfeed.com/fjelstud/the-cutest-boys-with-beards-with-cats
The only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing… burn, burn, burn like Roman candles across the night.
January 2012
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Shit My Students Write
Fantastically hilarious.
First World problems.
Not having justification for wanting to pay £70 on a pair of shiny high-waisted leggings.
My room being a whole 3 flights upstairs that I am putting off going to bed because it is so far.
Not being able to wear my bright orange dress tomorrow (/ever) because it now clashes with my hair colour. Oh life.
Tonight’s Viaduct highlights have included debating whether sex in your garden is legal and accidentally urban dictionary-ing a ‘Wanton Dip’ when innocently looking for food recipes.
Us girls just know how to have fun.
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jdezain asked: ASHLEY :) Miss you :( x
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Looking through old pictures from a couple years...
Wondering when I started to look like absolute crap. Urgh.
December 2011
10 posts
Something exciting needs to happen. I need an adventure.
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Specialising in woven textiles at uni (and presumably my entire career after!) - an exciting and scary prospect.
Recurrent dreams of teeth falling out - horrific. On another note putting the Boosh on whilst attempting to do my gendered objects essay was a terrible idea. Distractions all round.
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scotskidd:
winning
November 2011
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Everything, it must belong somewhere.
I love Brighton, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated Edinburgh more now that I’m away. It’s a beautiful city full of amazing memories and even greater people. I think the fact I’m not going to be home for Christmas is defintely making me full super nostalgic and sad. I miss home, I wish I had the money/time to head back more.
Thank you to whoever posted me my keys back. Quite clearly that could have gone horrifically wrong since you were able to know which house they were for.
Randomly hollered at by strangers tonight on 3 seperate occassions for looking ‘spy like’ - a big fur coat and a black lego bob make for a good agent apparently.
October 2011
8 posts
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Why do I always feel the need to cope with everything on my own? I hate how, the one person I want to tell everything to, is the one person I really can’t.
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August 2011
5 posts