Feeling needy. The inflatable mattress isn’t as comfortable without you weighing your side of the bed down. #personal #boyfriend #dreamingofcuddles
When I was in year 6 (so 9 or 10 years old), we were asked to write a short story and design a cover for it. This won’t mean much to people outside of the UK* but I called it “Tammy Girl and the Strawberry Tart” (a story about a young alt girl verses a stereotypically pretty, popular girl) but I got into trouble immediately and had to sit in lunch time detention because “tart” when referring to a woman was considered unacceptable, inappropriate and rude, despite it being the popular slang term of the time. It was like the childish version of “slut” in hindsight so fair enough but I had so many good ideas for it :(
I actually ended up so annoyed and disheartened that I just re-wrote the plot of one of my brother’s Action Man DVDs.
*The reason I said this is because between the ages of 9 and maybe 12 or 13, the shop Tammy sold a lot of “grungey” alternative-esque (painfully embarrassing though they may have been) clothes. Lol.
Master post of facial psoriasis progress, taken from Facebook. 22nd and 23rd of August, and 4th, 12th, and 16th of September <3
Er what the fuck Tumblr that is not the colour my hair is.
I’ll take one tomorrow or something in natural lighting. Seriously that is so far away from being remotely close to how cool my hair is.
It’s also green.
Green. Not blue. Sort it out, webcam, lol.
Decided that when I have loads more money saved up, know I can control my skin at least a little, have left it long enough for it to be possible and found an artist confident enough to work with my skin, I am going to get a lot of tattoos on my legs.
I’m going to take control of my skin and make it beautiful again in my own way.
Getting drunk with the girlface. She’s not even drunk yet. Spaz.
I am the epitome of
being a massive dorkface elegance and class
2012. Because in case you didn’t know, my real life smile is massive and silly and toothy but also I look great in black lipstick so ner.
Took the bun out. Singing along to Loreen’s “Euphoria”.
I did it.
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Something I am absolutely not ashamed to talk about is how amazing this album is to me and how important certain childhood associations are.
When I was a baby, this album hadn’t been out very long, but my mother used to sing parts of it to me, and in general leave the album on at night while I went to sleep on nights I found it otherwise difficult to. To this day, while ideally I prefer to sleep in silence, if I can’t sleep for whatever reason, I find this on YouTube, and play it quietly on my phone next to my pillow.
The album is Shepherd Moons by Enya and it remains one of my favourite albums for the sheer psychological calmness it brings to me. It’s like 45 minutes of total inner peace.