I love The Police, Stephen Fry, Maya Arulpragasam, James Joyce & things.

Merry Christmas, loves!

What did Santa bring you?!?!

Fuck the gym, I'm GOING OUT PARTYING!

See you tomorrow, I'm off to hang with the cooooolest kids in town.

Please stop panicking, you haven't done anything wrong. I'm not replying to that email but not as a signal of 'cutting the cord', just... I refuse.

JANUARY ( Read more... )

Yesterday, Kenta, Duncan, Matt & I went to Jamie's house for the night.
I am one.

ALIVE!

Stealing Liv's idea...

Good
LIV
JAMIE (the... boyfriend...)
THOM
COUNSELLING BEGINNING TO WORK
GETTING PSYCHIATRIC HELP SOON
FEELING DETERMINED TO GET BETTER

Bad
UCAS
COLLEGE
BODY IMAGE

I'm a happy one.

I'm going to be a success ( Read more... )

So good night, to all involved.
Pages turn, curtains close, wounds heal, eyes close, songs end.

But do waists get smaller?
Do words become unsaid?
Do smiles appear from frozen faces?
Do I appear true once I'm dead?

I'm in your veins in vain.

In English Lit today we were given a box of words, which were the jumbled up words of the Sick Rose by William Blake. We had to write a poem out of only those words about something we were thinking about, then read it out and explain it ( Read more... )