I have this enormous urge to apologise to every single person who has had to witness me and my suffocatingly bad mood in the last few days. I was going so well there for a while. now I keep crying. ugh.
I feel so awful.
does anyone have or know a guy who has a clarinet...
I want to shave my head.
sweet mother of god I hate being me sometimes. I JUST WANT A NORMAL RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE WHO LIKES ME AND I LIKE THEM AND IT’S NICE AND NOT COMPLICATED JESUS FUCK.
internet is capped see you in a week or so, kittens
me: alright, in bed by ten, asleep by eleven, to wake up at seven, to leave by nine.
Top Gear: AHAHAHAHAHA DON'T KID YOURSELF.
this afternoon was one big dance down nostalgia lane
sometimes I have entire days that don’t really pass by as days, but as fictions like I’m the eyes of a reader immersing myself in a world of make-believe watching everybody walk past, staring, laughing, thinking re-writing their histories for myself why are they doing those things? I wonder what worries them when was the last time they cried? and I know that it isn’t real;...
my level of expectation of a good Q & A episode has slowly, but surely, plummeted into the minuses.
Anonymous asked: You're so beautiful Sam. When we first properly met, i was pretty, i don't know, mesmerised? i guess. Anyway, i think you're so so amazing. I hope you're well. x
I could honestly watch Top Gear non-stop for weeks on end. it is all of the happy.