having a hard day today, because I feel lonely and don’t have loads of stuff to busy myself with. Could use some love.
It’s the second time me and the boyfriend have gone to the Denby Dale Bonfire to watch the fireworks.
It was lovely, having someone to cuddle into in the cold and ohh and ahh withh, even if he was far to attached to robbo all night. (‘:
It was just, (:, asdfghjkl;, <3
That is all.
Because you’re an anti social fuck.
sulky beast, isn’t he beautiful?
Was mostly spent in bed with the boyf, cuddling/playing ps2.
I was chilling in leggings and his hoodie, with just mascara on, hair a mess, looking like a tramp.
he still loves me.
love my life.
p.s, if you are reading this boyf, catgif.
it’s my guilty pleasure.
The thought of it makes me tear up, but I love it so, it’s one of the few films in this world that can make me cry, but it’s more than that, it makes me sob. It’s so beautiful and moving, I’ve never watched a film THEN read the book, but I am going to make an exception, because I want to experience it all over again for the first time in the book. Ugh, I don’t do romantic sad films, they’re usually so cliche but the notebook is different, blergh, it’s so beautiful.
“I want to know how many scars you have and memorise the shape of your tongue. I want to climb the curve of your lower back and count your vertebrae, your ribs, your fingers, your goose bumps. I want to chart the topography of your anatomy and be fluent in your body language. I want you, entire.”
Cried in public for the first time in a very long time. Just can’t keep my emotions in check. I can’t even begin to describe how I felt, I hate crying in public, it’s embarrassing and I don’t feel showing weakness. But it made it okay, because I had someone to grab hold of me and cuddle me and kiss my hair until I stopped, while I was quietly wiping my face saying I need to calm down and was okay.
Just saying, I was not.
Just want to say I love my boyfriend.
The fact I spent like an hour ranting to him about how I hate being on the pill, reading him all the side effects, crying and telling him how shit periods are and how fat and disgusting I feel and how my boobs get too big and how if I was pregnant he could just walk away and I’d be fat and gross and hated, and he just sat there wide eyed and apologised that I had to go through it.