June 18th 2013 // Outside Radio 1 Studios x
LAUGHING SO HARD BECAUSE ERIKA AND I ARE IN THE BACKGROUND OVER JADES SHOULDER
Handwriting Challenge! I was tagged by Lisa.
3) Blog title
5) Favourite colour
6) Something in capitals
7) Favourite singer/band
8) Favourite number
9) Favourite drink
10) Your nominees
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for the first time in foreeeeverrrrrr,
i finally changed my theeeeeme
do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes
I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility
The Wembley Stadium getting ready for the shows of this weekend (6th, 7th and 8th June) x
I WILL BE HERE ON SATURDAY??
can’t even go into the kitchen for 10 minutes to make a midnight grilled cheese without being tumblr hacked by flatmatessssss YEESH
1) MY FRIEND IS HAVING HER BABY TODAY OR TOMORROW
2) TOMORROW I AM GOING TO LITTLE MIXXXXXXXXXXXX
BUT YOU GUYS DONT UNDERSTAND
I COULD HAVE BEEN AT THE CHARITY FOOTBALL GAME TODAY
IF IT WASNT
LEICESTER IS SO CLOSE TO ME JUST A BUS RIDE AWAY WHY :(
i’m getting sad amidst the highest happiness.
these past four months have been everything for me. nottingham has become a home, and my friends have become my family. this is MY room. my kitchen. my neighbourhood. how am i supposed to leave this place and be okay?
i’m sitting at my desk, covered in all of my things, listening to rain pattering against my slightly open window. there are teacups everywhere, pieces of my friends’ clothing in my closet, my extra comfy duvet i spent an hour picking out the first day i arrived spread across my bed.
i just know that before i even realize it i’ll be back in Canada, sitting in my room and wondering if this whole thing has been a dream. my heart hurts knowing that the wonderful bubble of the experience is going to soon be burst, and there will be nothing i can do to make it come back. this experience is so intense. i flew here in January not knowing what to expect, worried i’d be alone and lost, yet here i am more comfortable in my own skin than i’ve ever been surrounded by people who love and support me no matter what. i teared up on my walk home from the grocery store today just thinking about how i’m going to lose this amazing world in the blink of an eye, and i’m not sure how to deal with that. of course i miss home and will be so happy to be back, but it’s really hard knowing the harsh reality that this experience is a once in a lifetime thing that will never be repeated again.
there’s a lot of unspoken pressure to keep liking the things you used to like and to keep dressing the way you’ve always dressed and to never question what you believe in and basically “be yourself” has slowly morphed into “be what everyone knows you as” but trust me when i say if you just give it up and simply make decisions and take actions based purely on what would make you happy, you’ll gain a very comforting sense of self peace
HEY i’M ON TUMBLR
THAT MUST MEAN I HAVE 2 ESSAYS DUE IN 5 DAYS
i’ve succeeded in getting my sister into Ellie Goulding, Ed Sheeran, Bastille, and Arctic Monkeys, but it was always me constantly telling her to listen to them and her not caring until she decided to listen on her own time. next on my convince list: CHVRCHES, London Grammar, the 1975.
just so you’re aware, Lisa.