(Source: thesouldrifter, via bigscarytiger)

Being comfortable enough with someone to act like a four year old knowing at the end of it they’ll kiss you, laugh and tell you they love you

Best Christmas ever

What an actual sad act.
Someone come let me lie on their chest, miaow, tell me they love me and play with my hair til I fall asleep?

Don’t be feart tumblr, you know I would never leave you. So yeah, I have things to moan about and things to be happy about pretty much in equal measure. Nothing is the same anymore compared to six months ago, and in some cases as little a a few weeks ago.

So aye, I’ll get the moaning over and done with first. I am fucking sick of rumour after rumour going about my work about me. I mean I’d understand if I had started them off myself or they were so ridiculously stupid you couldn’t possibly believe them. It’s already affected the working relationship with two people and I’ve only been vindicated when the latest rumour was spread with a very specific timeline and I could prove where I was.

I could moan about more but I can’t actually be arsed putting myself in a bad mood. And I am sure you would not be overly thrilled about having to read about my silly teenage woes.

So, in other (good) news I’m FINALLY moving out, and with one of my oldest friends. I am actually so excited, I can’t wait to be able to do what I want, when I want and there is nothing no-one can do about it. Lena and I also plan to spend the next year cooking to feed the masses and getting drunk very responsibly. It also means we get to go on a big trip to IKEA which is always exciting.

I’ve also transferred to the Hilton in Glasgow, which I am not going to lie I am LOVING. It’s completely different to Strathclyde but in a good way. Still doing the odd shift in Bellshill but, I’m not quite ready to leave the place behind - I love it and (some of) the people.

I am properly shitting myself for third year, shits about to go down and I don’t feel ready for it. I’m too young to be getting serious, I should only be going into first year! Sometimes I regret throwing away my youth in order to get ahead, it hasn’t made me particularly happy. But then again how many nineteen year olds can say “I have a law degree”? Meh.

A lot of the shit people in my life have been filtered out in the last two months also. I couldn’t be happier if I’m honest - without stupid immature wee arseholes creating situations and bitching for no reason. Looking back I have no idea how I could consider them acquaintances let alone good friends. I’m also not being used by said shit people, only bothered with whenever they needed something bought or wanted something.

Kayli is home on Tuesday, actually can’t wait to see her! Massive piss up at the Soul Destroyer on Thursday as thats what dem girls do. I am rather amused that I managed to convince one of my friends Samantha (great name by the way) that I was going on transfer to South Africa for a year and it’s my leaving night. Aw I do amuse myself.

I also get to spend some time with Danielle and Emma on Tuesday, friends I haven’t properly hung out with in a loooong time! Went to see Flogging Molly on Thursday with Jessica then went to the catty for the first time as an “over”. It was exactly how I remembered it, over-priced and smelling of sweat. Gotta love it!

The oven is beeping (I made brownies, what else do you do at midnight when you’re bored?) so I must dash, we shall speak again soon tumblr. Keep being sound man.

1) in two hours time I was meant to be on a flight to my favourite place in the world. Instead I’m lying in my bed in shitty Wishaw. Excellent trade off.

2) I cannot cannot cannot WAAAIT for Paris with William. It’s going to be amazing, and this time I will get up the Eiffel Tower.

3) Speaking of William, I’m dreading October because it means he’s away on Exchange to Germany for a year. Summer has been amazing so far but it is flying in.

4) I am however looking forward to my monthly trips to Frankfurt.

5) I finally cleared out everything that reminds me of the past. It’s in a box and its going in the big bonfire that we are having down the Clyde.

6) I’ve went down another dress size. Wheyyyy!

7) I don’t expect this to last very long however. KFC Craigneuk is the best worst thing to ever happen.

Things to look forward to:

Paris Monthly trips to Frankfurt Malia Moving to France for 3 months

Things that scare me: In ten months time I’ll be Samantha Marina Mungall LLB. At 19. Life

Things that excite me: Life

Bring it on.

The ramblings of a born again teenager, oooosht!

Expect to be neglected for another month Mr tumblr.<3

(via bigscarytiger)

A) rumour mill ft
B) a hairline fracture does not alter the look of the face.

Hai Tumblr. It’s been a while since I graced your word editor, what’s happening? I’m abusing you since people seem to be adverse to me airing my views on facebook. I mean, there are obviously some things that should be kept very - very private, but my “therapy” has been to talk openly and honestly. I am sick of lies, being lied to, people saying things to keep me happy but in the long run ripping it all away and just hurting me even more.

So here goes, what do you do when the one person in the whole entire world that you want to talk to, and love more than anyone will ever know is the one person who has completely ruined your life? I mean, friends - best friends, they try so hard and none of them can fill that void. When I cry, I want to phone you. When I’m angry I want to scream and for you to hug me and tell me it’s okay. And even though you caused my life to turn upside down, you’re still the person I want to say hello to first thing in the morning and goodnight to last thing in the evening.

This seems sad, desperate - whatever you want to call it. But it’s hard getting over the one person who you thought you’d be with forever. I hate what you’ve done to me. I hate everything you are, everything you do. I hate how little I mean to you, how much you have been able to hurt me. I hate your blase approach to breaking my heart. There is not a single thing I like about you right now. Yet still I strive to make things okay.

And no amount of guys telling me I’m pretty, that they fancy me, no amount of meaningless sex, dates or silly texts that make me smile can amount to anything close to moving on. Not yet anyway. Don’t think I love you - I really don’t. But I can’t fall out of love with us. What we had.

Not that it means anything to anyone anymore.

As an addendum to this, thank you to all the people who have been here for me - 90% of the people that have been are the ones you’d never expect.

It’s time for me to start feeling pretty again.