I hope I look as good as her with the big ol’ side piece when I’m older. If I ever reach that age
(Source: thievinggenius, via chrisjonesy)
Went to York Dungeons today.
My sister told the medieval torture woman that I sort of half lived in Lancashire so she locked me in a cage.
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.” - George R.R. Martin
I’ve said it once, I’ll say it a thousand times.
WHY AM I NOT STILL IN PRESTON?
How does my family manage to become more dysfunctional every time I leave?
Might as well talk to my fucking dog for all the conversation I’ll get out of anyone else.
"Everyone’s just looking for reasons to wake up and get out of bed, some do it for nothing but a kiss, perhaps a cup of coffee, others have a harder time; no train to catch, no hand to hold, no reasons at all."
I wish I could be bothered to do stuff with my time now I have nothing to do at all.
I’m skint, and I live in the middle of nowhere.
Still. One week closer to september..