forrow my instagram, prease.

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((catchingfear, like I am here okay :3))

Doing the hoovering in my mum’s heels. I feel like a 1950s housewife. My hands are itching for the duster next… and where is my apron!?

I honest to God feel like no one understands me.

I honest to God fear that no one ever will.

I lose myself every so often, and have to get off tumblr before I lose sight of the shore completely.

But I’m back again.

inhaleforme:

I just want to write a book that expresses everything I feel. Describes everything I see, everything I love. Explains why I cry when I do, and why I hate what I do. 

I want to write a book that can communicate all I am to anyone who cares to read it.

However, for now, I guess I’ll continue to read the books that reflect that.

why am I always in my PJ’s when attractive work men come a-knocking?

I kinda wanna be cute, or beautiful— just more.. and more.

Lol did I tell you guys about this neighbour I had once who was an biatchy old lady with annoying a.f chihuahuas and one day my brother kicked a ball into her garden and when he asked for it back she had cut it in half with a huge kitchen knife and I then a few weeks later we found a voodoo doll just outside her gate.

True story, guys.

Oh, God.

I just found some recordings of some song I wrote when I was like 11/12.

A break up song.

Talking about how he left me

from some girl

he slept with.

Why

Guys,

I started designing my tattoo…

Tumblr go away please I have desperate English coursework I must complete by tomorrow and I am pooing myself go away