February 2011
January 2011
bytonguebyteeth-:
Dear those who at some point in their lives have thrown up in Nevill road downstairs toliet, I have decided that i hate brighton without you all here. Jokes over now, come home all of you. Love, Your ever discourteous and increasingly bad tempered posh friend. xxx
Miss it back then.
Scotty-land
Planning a wee trip to Edinburgh for next weekend. Just for a few days to get away on my own. I never actually knew I was capable of doing things by myself. And for £20 return coach ticket I can’t really go wrong.
I am extremely excited about the fact I’m buying my first ever leather portfolio after this lesson. I want it to go faster.
“Within the first twenty years of our lives, before we are really adult, we make...”
– Joan Medlicott (Come Walk with Me)
I literally walked into my room in London and cried and cried and cried. I don’t want it to hurt anymore. I feel so sick and my butterflies won’t go away.
Cheeky.
Bitch named crystal
Let her suck my pistol
She opened up her mouth
and then I blew her brains out
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The frog in the app ‘cut the rope’ makes me really happy.
Saturday
A day at the Sealife Centre, pub lunch in the Laines, shopping in town. I love my hometown, so much more than London.
I'm going out.
Again. How I’m going to draw naked people at 10am I don’t know. Then It’s home home home. It’s been two weeks too long.
“And I loved her so much I couldn’t conceive of ever parting from her; true, we...”
– Milan Kundera (The Joke)