my mum, she’s my everything. i can’t go half a day without speaking to her, she’s there for me no matter what, i’d do anything for her. i love her to pieces. it all sounds so cliche and cheesy, but i really don’t know where i’d be without her help.
not spending more time with my grandma before she died, i think if she was still alive we would get on so well, but i didn’t make the effort when i was younger. i’m sorry grandma.
a room decorated in warm colours, with a real log fire, with big comfy armchairs and sofas, and lots of books on huge bookcases. with cups of tea in teapots, and fairylights everywhere. my grandma’s faircycakes, or a victoria sponge cosco cake. i’d have my phone, my ipod, and books. i’d want my family, best friends, josh franceschi, danny jones, and rupert grint just around the corner. oh, and harry potter would be real.
1. always attract by you me at six - its my favourite song, and its really beautiful.
2. she’s always a woman by fyfe dangerfield - it’s a lovely song and reminds me of my mum.
3. dirty little secret by all american rejects - it’s just an amazing song.
4. jenny don’t be hasty by paolo nutini - i love it and it’s such a good song.
5. miserable at best by mayday parade - i love it, and reminds me of ryan.
my french teacher inspires me.
she’s such a good role model; she’s confident, she stands up for what she believes in, and she’s really caring. she goes out of her way to make other people happy, and she wants what’s best for everyone. she’s a genuinely lovely, and she inspires me to be a better person.
my guilty pleasure is books, i love them! i love my bookcase, buying new books, and reading. i wanted to be an author when i was little:) i can’t resist going in bookshops, i miss borders.
this was probably summer 2009, i was crazy about a boy who felt the same about me. our whole summer revolved around each other, we were happy together. i haven’t been as happy since, it was a lovely summer.
even though it was amazing, the start of september. i really liked someone, who i haven’t spoken to in months and months, and they said they still liked me too. everything seemed to be looking up, everything was working out, all the fucking cliches.. then they changed their mind and said they regretted everything. now we’re back to me being on my own and them giving me dirty looks in the corridor with their ‘girlfriend’. grr.
i’m very self conscious of my weight. i’ve always been bigger than other girls, and i’ve always been embarrassed. i’ve never done anything about it. i hate my body.
i’m more open and honest on tumblr, mainly because the majority of my followers don’t know me in real life. i feel like i’m less likely to be judged.
empty bottle of orange lucozade, ipod touch, my purse with 60p and a condom in it, school uniform list, my inhaler, lipgloss from avon, housekeys, and sunglasses.
i’m an only child.
