haha

new celebrity crush..

...Ryan Gosling, you my love, are a babe.

that

was incredibly shady


cheers

"nice to meet you too"

no, really. so very nice

i'd ask you to leave my mind,

so that i can concentrate for just a second



but i like your company up in there

shagger of the year

"I said 'my bed's magnetic.. at least something in this room's attracted to you'"

"My personality just does not work without fame. Without fame, this haircut looks like a mental illness."

Oh Russell.

Katy Perry is a lucky lady, that is all.

nb: add to bucket list

• learn to play the piano.
• play the piano regularly.
• be half-decent at the piano.

today

has been a particularly lovely day. I was late to school due to a sneaky and very much appreciated visit to Starbucks; I did no work at school and instead caught up with some of my good friends, who I miss so very much; I left school early (we pegged it at break hahaha); I got a shitty weight off my shoulders; banter is at its peak with many and I'm just about to pop to the gym with an absolute babe.

Oh, and it's super sunny so the shorts (with leggings, ofc - I, unlike the ratty kids you see around mcdonalds, appreciate that it's still only April) are out.

..and, in general, life is looking up!


ps. this blog is only true when totally ignoring the whole concept of a-levels and approaching exams.

i wish i could surf.

both physically hold the talent to and, live by a stunning beach where the sun is regular company. that would be pretty ideal.

(a. and b. are completely, not at all related)

a) i ran into this on tumblr and couldn't have felt more relieved or more intrigued, even.

b) hahaaa, honey, i very much doubt that.

it aches, of course it does. only a fool would deny it. i'm still definitely foolish, though - solely admitting something can't be a sufficient method of redeeming it. actions absolutely, positively and completely speak louder than words. no doubt about it. although actually, a not-so-foolish person would overlook it. ignore it. get the fuck over it. 


nicely leads me onto NB:  continuous analysing of just about every aspect of something, too, is silly.






shut up samy, go to sleep.

i can't wait to see what the future brings. hurry hurry hurry, time.

i'm going to need some band-aids i can tell already.

hahahahahahaha!

ps. i'm reality, you narcissistic child.

brief diversion of thoughts

but relevant nonetheless.

doing what you want is freedom, doing what you like is happiness

"you were born an original,

don't die a copy"

I'm a sucker for a sweet tune. This one's stunning.

happy fucking new year!

now let's go crazy.