Dying a slow and fluey death. Someone bring me a mammoth supply of lemsip, stat. Eurghghghghhhh.
I can definitely no longer do the whole, pulling an all-nighter in order to finish uni work thing. Exhausted and genuinely disappointed in myself for leaving everything this late!
It’s amazing how things can go from amazing and being totally happy to feeling like crap and that everything’s going wrong in the space of a few hours. These things completely describe me/my day. Why can’t things be blindingly simple.
(Source: thatwasmeseducingyou, via thebzax)
Daytripped to the Barbican to see the Bauhaus exhibit. Such amazing designs, wished so hard that I’d been part of the school in the 1920s.
(Source: the-broken-heart-of-mexico, via saturdaynight-wrist)
Laughed at this for a good 5 minutes or so.
“I’m going to read what I want, and listen to what I want, and I’m going to look at paintings and watch French films, and I’m going to talk to people who know lots about lots.”
Oh my.
I wish I could declare that I’m just a psycho when I’m drunk, but alas, I’m a psycho when I’m sober. I feel there’s a good reason I’m single.
