I wish I could take all my liked posts on tumblr and turn them into a book!
I just looked through my last year of so of liked posts and nearly died laughing remembering why i ‘liked’ them in the first place.

Absolutly got shivers watching this. Takes me back 15 yrs wearing my spice girl tshirts non stop and wearing my platform trainers. Its such a shame this generation dont have any innnocent pop to grow up around.

Hello small cat

Meh, i just have to face the fact i actually hate going out, am staying in for the forseeable future. My own company is better than other people…. With a couple of exceptions.

This medication is giving me some trippy ass dreams. Highlights of the week include Jessie J coming into my work, teaching lapdances and a threesome with Marilyn Manson.

Maybe this will cheer me up.

Take me out tonight,
Oh take me anywhere, I dont care,
Driving in your car,
I never want to go home
Because I havent got one,
Oh, I havent got one.

He had the most beautiful green eyes!

I was reading this study of tattoos from a 19th century scientific report and this guy was talking quite sensibly about tattoos, origins and risks and then he just comes out with “women with tattoos are usually prostitutes” made me think of you

I liked it better when I wasnt angry at the whole world.

Its weird how everything the doctor said to me yesterday made sense. It took me ages to pluck up the courage to go talk to someone and I was this close to walking out of my appointment. But I stuck it out and im glad I did because it feels like a small weight off my shoulders. It never even occured to me that someone of the things I do we related to the grief, I just thought I was being a general moody, grumpy, loner bitch. Its kind of nice to have some sort of direction in how I can get better.

Sooo.. should I watch a depressing film and cry myself to sleep.
Or, watch a happy film and be grumpy and cynical about far from the truth the film is?