I Can Call Home.

I'm a little pumped, I'm a bit of a mess, but nothing really matters, 'cos I am so loved. I never knew how reassuring it was to find out that you could never know that someone you love, might just love you back. Right now, I don't care what shit gets thrown, I'm shielded by people I never thought would shield me. For once, I can see the sun on the horizon.

And Candlelit Secrets.

SO about an hour ago I had a really weird conversation with my Dada about this naked man I saw in a window liiike wtf? He was really fat :')and then we went for dinner and I ate loads and had my first bottle of coke since lent, and basics, I'm jumping around crying with laughter and sining nevershoutnever thinking wtf was in my gourmet burger kitchen?

A Loop That Never Ends.

Chinos, the new skinny jeans, I'd say.

Mine were £30 from Zara, and I'm positively in love.
Team with floaty white/breton/floral/pastel top and light pumps for summer. INNET.

I Often Forget Why You're Not In My Bed.

When I Say When.

...but you always reply to I love you, and I don't know what to think.




Sorry, my vanity took over.

Rifle in the Corner.

Shet dude, please, please, stop making me fall in love with you.

Fireflies Without a Light.

100TH POST!

N'aww, I want to go to Paris, tapdance and fall in love with a cool photographer man?
Happy Mondays fellas.

Running With Believers, No Time For Fever.

Social pictures from the last month.
Let the good times roll.








Pip pip.

We Said Forever & Always?

Pictures, because I haven't blogged in half a month and I'm very sad because look at my red hair... LOOK AT IT. It's gone, it's now black. Now, my hair is naturally quite close to black (hello asian/russian ancestry?), so it does look okay, but here, it looks RADIANT!


*sighsighsigh*