Lesley is back! HUZZA!!! Ukulele don’t understand ——————————————————— x <3
here’s a boy called tom scared by a lion.
Nocturnal English and Film student partial to a cup of tea and social networking sites.
i’ve got into the really strange habit of making my bed when i’ve taken the sheets off to put in for a wash. i think i got it from my mum. I’m not entirely sure what i’d expect if someone came round whilst said sheets were in the washing machine and my bed was unmade, would they storm out? hit me? faint? scream? i’m not willing to take that chance.
instead of studying one of his books, i have spent the last hour looking at his drawings. he’s becoming one of my favourites in both areas.
i now look like i have been punched in the eye, or someone has spilled red food colouring into my eyeball (or eyeapple as my german flatmate tells me is the literal german translation - fantastic). it will be a glorious day when there is actually nothing wrong with me, at all. sigh.
“It’s difficult to be young. You have to pay thousands of pounds to go to college so you can be super aware and alert of just how in debt and unemployed you are.”
—Dylan Moran (via letmeeatpears)
(via dailydoseofdylanmoran)
clean flat, clean mind.
after necking mefenamic acid and a vague amount of ibuprofen i then read in the leaflet that you’re not meant to take them together. i really don’t care, just whatever enables me to get out of the fetal position long enough to find the remote and switch it over from Dave.
while The Boy has been in Serbia dancing in a castle to Pulp and Arcade Fries (who are they anyway?) me and Lesley bought cake making stuff, didnt make any cake, sat and watched Harry Potter 7 part 1 followed by 10 things I hate about you. I do believe I win.
