He’s a wonderful person who gives me butterflies, and little kisses on the nose. I’m very happy (and lucky) to be with him.
I’m not going to elaborate because the fact that this question is anonymous makes me uncomfortable.
He’s a wonderful person who gives me butterflies, and little kisses on the nose. I’m very happy (and lucky) to be with him.
I’m not going to elaborate because the fact that this question is anonymous makes me uncomfortable.
It could be the best thing I’ve ever done. And even if it’s not, I’ll be on the Cote d’Azure, so can just hang out at the beach all the time.
However, I feel like moving country is probably a fairly big anxiety trigger, and am worried that it could set off a major depressive episode. Also, everyone I love will be here in the UK.
Awks.
(I will be talking about these fears a lot over the upcoming months. Sorry in advance.)
I got a new dress delivered today, as a treat for getting through exams and the hardest academic year of my life. Also, I haven’t bought clothes for 10 weeks! I’ve been lusting after this dress for months and it’s just as amazing as I’d expected. It’s soft and floaty and has the loveliest bird print on it. I don’t have anywhere to wear anything this gorgeous, and will probably return it. Oh well.
Anyway, my boyfriend asked for a photo, so he could see the dress I’ve been talking about for so long. I took lots of better, more focussed ones, but this is my favourite.
Guh, I feel so pretty right now!
Please buy things from me, tumblr-friends
I genuinely hate asking this but is there anyone who doesn’t mind me basically crying in their ask box? I’m having a really tough time and I’d like to speak to someone.
Shaking, he slowly hangs up the phone. There is no point in trying to hold back the tears. He turns to her and repeats the horrors that he has just been told, his words tangling with sobs. She bites her lip, pauses then whispers “I’d better put the kettle on”.
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Yesterday, a friend asked me to write him a 50 word story.
So I did.
He told me that he loved it and that it reminded him of a 1950s British film.
Which is good because I thought it was terrible.
xxx
Do you remember when my friend Ethan used to make me write stories for him every day and when I used to finish everything with 3 kisses?
Good news!
Bad news!
You don’t have to read this.
My voice sounds more and more like hers, as does my laugh. I’m starting to develop some of the physical attributes that my mum and my grandma have (hello skin tags!) Also, a while ago I was shopping and was really confused to see my mum in the shop, since we don’t live in the same city any more. It took me a few seconds to realise that it was my reflection.
I have so much respect, love and pride for my mamma, so becoming more like her is pretty cool.
This isn’t a joke.
I have a problem.
I’m tired, emotional and irrational and was very much in need of kind words and supportive messages.
Thank you <3
And one more thing about you: so many of us out there who haven’t ever met you have so much love and respect for you! xoxo
Thank you so much. I am crying grateful, loving tears and struggling to find the words to describe just how wonderful you are. Thank you <3