My grunge is softer than the highest quality soft toilet roll. It is softer than soft. No one else’s soft grunge can compare.
(via stungun-lullaby)
Why my weekend was awesome:
- Was very social, slept over at my friends house on Saturday, and a bunch of us went out to an Italian restaurant for dinner and I ate lots of pasta and became very cool and I didn’t even care. I then went on to eat ice-cream ^.^
- Had those personal sleepover talks and we just talked about anything and everything and it was really nice and I have such wonderful friends they are lovely.
- Had french toast for breakfast and I still did not care.
- Finally bought my deb dress - it’s so poofy and pretty and the lady kept complimenting me which was embarrassing but nice.
- Made brownies and happily licked the bowl, which I haven’t done in about a year and a half
- Went over to my friends house for a Eurovision party which was entertaining to say at the least (especially pointing out the hot guys) and ate lots of chocolate. Then I started feeling like crap.
God damn my weekend was so good but now, right at the end, the eating disorder has begun to rear it’s ugly head again and urhghnkjda GO AWAY it makes me want to restrict so badly but I shouldn’t and I can’t let this beat me!! I’m just going to start afresh tomorrow.
I want to be alone and I want people to notice me - both at the same time —Thom Yorke (via thekillingmoon-)
(Source: black-wolves, via bon-apetit)
Watching Eurovision with a large group of people and hearing the huge roar of approval that arises when a hot guy appears on the screen i.e NORWAY
Do you think that anything which isn’t beautiful must necessarily be ugly? —Plato’s The Symposium (via daisydandelions)
(Source: captivatingcalamity, via daisydandelions)
