Going to Plymouth to see my brother
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Going to Plymouth to see my brother
Guys humour me, my hair has grown.. right?
Just need to appreciate my lil’ boy Sirius <3 (Literally guys I go weird over my own cat he is so beautiful!!!!) … and yes… I did put him in underwear hahahahaaha
But most importantly as of Friday my school career is over. A levels done.
So here’s some pictures of me with my boyfriend …

Guys.. just go with it please…
Always have £1 on you at all times because if things get bad two intrinsically good things still have the potential of happening
Fed yourself and the world. Job done.
*Sad face* My mum is trying to guilt trip me into “doing life” because it’s now almost 5:30 in the afternoon but I WILL NEVER LEAVE THIS BED. NEVVERRRRR!
There’s one thing I really fucking like about myself. I’m straightforward. I’m not afraid of saying the wrong thing when it actually comes down to it, I think I can just admit something that I know I should be ashamed of or that other people wouldn’t say because whatever the reaction at least it was unadulterated honesty.
And the best part is, even when it goes wrong I just can’t feel bad about it. It also helps me gauge so easily how good a friend someone is or will be to me. It helps so much with first getting to know someone because if I can just chuck something out there and they just accept it seamlessly I feel an automatic connection.
Yes, this makes me happy.
I thought about it for a bit and then said that I like being surrounded by beautiful things in all aspect of my life, that’s why I’m an artist. The people I choose to be with are no exception, I happen to find women exceptionally beautiful in all their forms. I admire and appreciate their inner strength and their outward beauty too.
She looked at me and was like… Boobs?
I said, Oh no yeah pretty much boobs are the main reason but all that other shit too.
I really want to change this.