while tidying my room i just found my speech i got bob to read at the funeral. i feel like typing it up. so if i ever lose it i know it will still be here.

pop was someone who was always up for an adventure. whether it was driving a minibus full of us to a friends gig in oxford, or a 14 hour train journey we took together from shanghai to bejing ( Read more... )

i'm finding this time hard ( Read more... )

British Airways have the worst customer service. EVER ( Read more... )

happy birthday papa bear
xx

my dad's left me his record collection and all his vinyl in his will.
he knew me so well.
i miss him so much.

my pops died at 3:50 this morning.

yesterday was the 2 year anniversary of my parents being diagnosed.
2 years.
2 fucking years this has been my life for.

today my dad broke down and basically told me he wanted to die.
tell me how thats not meant to break my heart
tell me how i'm meant to deal with that.
tell me something.
something that will make all this better.

its hard to keep others afloat while your drowning.

i've had it with boys. they all fucking suck.
END OF.

what's the point?