February 2010
leaving you all to go to pontypridd when i hit nineteen. mum ordered me a prospectus and it looks the best so far
i’m not jumping ahead at the university thing at all
my brother started sorting this stuff out when he was in year eight
it probs just runs in the family
or maybe it’s because i’m hurt because i’m not smart enough to study physics and i want to try and make...
A FKIN LUV SENSBERRIES
if you can translate that, well done, ‘cause i’ll look back at this in like a month and be like wtaf? and i’ll have no idea what that says
yeh i love sainsbury’s ‘cause whenever i buy something regularly, like chewies or cheap noodles or super noodles to go, they put them on offer, like, 2 for 50p or 2 for a quid, it’s so good
like when they first brought in...
“Bastards got my cider its gonna cost a fortune now”
– neil jones, getting stopped outside the arena at leeds fest for having cider. pissed as a fart. lmfao
“As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there’s some...”
– Katniss, Catching Fire - Suzanne Collins
i cant remember what this song was called D:
yessicatt:
the lyrics are about how ‘cars keep going when your gone, trees keep growing’ something like that :’) someone should find me it its proper slow & fit :’)
copy & paste the lyrics into google? i always do it when i forget song names haha
“but there’s still tomorrow, forget the sorrow”
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last train home
those silly lives, the bullshit smiles
i don’t even have good enough reasons for this week to be bad. it just is. well, the fact i’m not going to lostprophets & kigh and saminge is a fucking good enough reason i reckon…
this week a prime example of my bipolar, the fact that just this week is really depressing and i keep trying to shake it off by going like crazy but it only works for like five minutes and then i...
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hannahlouisa:
two to go. and i’m changing the boyfriend bit, fuck what miss lampkin said.
what did she say?
NME should update right now… i’m getting really impatient and nervous D:
i can't believe it; it's always like this
just wanna get this stupid spanish over with, seriously, it’s getting ridiculous now - sra lampkin was going like crazy today and telling everyone to stop being so disorganised and i wish she’d stfu and like, ugh
the french half of the year had the choice if they wanted to do french fast track or not, appaz you have to sign stuff, but we didn’t get a choice, and now here i am,...
oh, really now. some people are so ridiculous!
groups on facebook like ‘i can’t live without you… yes, the ‘X’ at the end of a text does matter… somewhere between long talks and making fun of each other, i fell for you… i prefer ‘i love you’ to ‘ily’…’
agh
they’re such stupid groups, it’s like, no,...
a dark place in the light of the city
see, it’s a grey day. it’s like someone took a photo of my life and lowered the saturation to like, 5%. everything’s dull and miserable and faded and the slightest thing pisses me off and god i hate days like this, i just feel like going out and painting everything to try and liven it up.
& if the bus comes
a. late
or b. single decker one more time, i’m gonna stop...
banter
it would honestly be nice to get a photoshoot done soon so i can get the rest of my photos developed life’s boring when you’ve got no photos to flick through, or to post on flickr… haha, flick through/flickr.
god, i’ve never voiced anything out on tumblr, it makes me feel like an absolute psycho. and you know what else? i don’t get if i should use formal or...
if it wasn’t for hate, we’d be dead by now. if it wasn’t for truth, we’d have taken our bow. if it wasn’t for love, we’d have faded away. if it wasn’t for hate, baby, i’d have lost out today.
if it wasn’t for death, i know i’d never feel this alive. if it wasn’t for lies, i probably wouldn’t survive. if it wasn’t...
“feels good just to walk, these streets of nowhere”
