March 2012
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A six am walk to the station accompanied by my favourite men’s perfume worn by the man walking in front of me the entire twenty minute stroll. A handsome French man wearing Dior. Simple pleasures.
so i have made it an hour down the mountain in the south of france, which involved a coach, a tram and a bus journey to my dads apartment where i have double locked the door as i am here alone tonight and i’m pretty nervous about spending the night in france alone. however, due to sheer boredom i have put on a full face of makeup for absolutely nothing, have danced around to the sound of...
i want a hamster and a gold pair of reebok high tops oh, and a dominoes pizza.
The number of guys in town with huge bunches of flowers for their mums. So endearing.
On my way to hospital on Mother’s day, listening to You Me At Six, as you do. Old school.
david beckham, you are the most beautiful man. oomph!