My upstairs neighbours don’t have feet.
This is the conclusion I have come to after listening to the racket they make crossing the room.
Instead of feet they most definitely have anvils.
I’m so bored I could cry.
Ow! (Taken with instagram)
Sparkler! (Taken with instagram)
Birthday Boy! (Taken with instagram)
The scenery has woken up. Montrose appears to sit on a mud flat?! (Taken with instagram)
Rina is leaving :( WHY DOES EVERYONE LEAVE ME?b (Taken with instagram)
Pals. (Taken with instagram)
Not a good idea when I’m up at 6… (Taken with instagram)
Cup of tea and an empty restaurant. (Taken with instagram)
“Stand and feel your worth”
My new tattoo. Probably many more to come ;)
Holy shit.
HEY EVERYONE! COME SEE HOW GOOD MY BOYFRIEND LOOKS. I was raking through my archive and this popped up, such an old photo!!
Posting this so there is some evidence when they find my suffocated body…
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This was my game. Alice’s study, leather recliners and packets of salt & vinegar squares. The only thing I’ve ever been good at, except Mario Kart.
(Source: jeremypamyupamyu, via burgerinabun)
Life cream. (Taken with instagram)
Here is a day I thought would never come.
Lauren Helen Henderson Kirk is taking all of her make-up off before bed. Every night.
My work here is done.
Like a proud mammy you are. I really am as well, Duthie watches me standing in the en-suite tearing at my eyelashes with a cotton pad hahaha.
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