I haven’t seen my love in four whole days which is far too long when he’s home and although I have enjoyed doing absolutely nothing on my own and having time to dye my hair and just sleep without his snoring and watch what I want to watch on tv, I am so excited for tomorrow because I get kissed and cuddled and we can play xbox and take naps and the idea of that makes me stupidly happy
also I forgot the most embarrassing thing in the entire history of the world happened to me the other night I was at Andrew’s eating dinner and I had a horrible headache so his mum (being a gem) gave me paracetamol and told me to go lie down in our room in the dark so as I was walking upstairs to do so I THREW UP I threw up on Andrew’s mum’s stairs oh my god and it was awful and I couldn’t stop and it was so gross and then also my jeans fell down so I was throwing up half naked WOOO.
but kudos to my boyf who has seen me throw up, held my hair back for me and still loves me :-)
Every Irish folk song ever.
Scotland’s national anthem, too.
What do you mean “it’s not really his thing”? It’s a fairytale fucking town. How can a fairytale town not be somebody’s fucking thing?
you make it easier, when life gets hard