I'm Every Person You Need To Be.

part-time poet, occasional wearer of double-denim, cynical to the point of detestable, dab hand in the kitchen and secret romantic.

Also!

Gearie had a date tonight. This auld man still has it 😘

I owe a great debt of thanks to the wanted for their incredible music over the years. What a brilliant boyband - I’m gutted they’re no longer together!

Flatmate has returned! Glad to have some company again 😃

My head…

It’s 02:56 and my head is a mess. So many decisions I have to make over the next few days which are too big to be decided by my heart.

I can’t sleep. I haven’t made an attempt to sleep.

flaruh:

featherdreamer:

Fuck turning 22. Fuck having to ever have a ‘career’. Fuck being asked ‘when are you getting married?’ or ‘thinking of children yet?’ like hello, are you serious, fuck off. Fuck having to finally get my Provisionals, fuck home loans, fuck bank accounts, fuck new cars and people who are acting as if your a fucking alien because to you these things shouldn’t be scheduled, or forced upon. To me, the idea that I need to grow up or that I need to ‘start planning ahead’ is fucking ludicrous. I will never feel fulfilled, successful or happy because of any of those things and I hate the idea that people think I am a right weirdo because I feel this way. This does not make me a lost cause, it also doesn’t mean that I don’t have any personal goals or aspirations of my own. I’m just happy to take each day as it comes, as cliche as that sounds, it is the truth.

Reblogging because that comment Is literally the crux of what I’ve been writing hundreds and hundreds of pages about for months, I praise you holy fuck

I’ve never connected more to a post than I have to this.

flaruh:

featherdreamer:

Fuck turning 22. Fuck having to ever have a ‘career’. Fuck being asked ‘when are you getting married?’ or ‘thinking of children yet?’ like hello, are you serious, fuck off. Fuck having to finally get my Provisionals, fuck home loans, fuck bank accounts, fuck new cars and people who are acting as if your a fucking alien because to you these things shouldn’t be scheduled, or forced upon. To me, the idea that I need to grow up or that I need to ‘start planning ahead’ is fucking ludicrous. I will never feel fulfilled, successful or happy because of any of those things and I hate the idea that people think I am a right weirdo because I feel this way. This does not make me a lost cause, it also doesn’t mean that I don’t have any personal goals or aspirations of my own. I’m just happy to take each day as it comes, as cliche as that sounds, it is the truth.

Reblogging because that comment Is literally the crux of what I’ve been writing hundreds and hundreds of pages about for months, I praise you holy fuck

I’ve never connected more to a post than I have to this.

(Source: sterility, via catswastaken)

Me to my family.

(Source: fassyy, via gearieos)