Someone’s frowning at me for taking an unpacking break… while impeding the unpacking himself. Pretty sure he’s my soulmate.
Mum’s fifty but looks not
Super hot party, like her,
Says she’s twenty one.
Hairdresser makes cakes
Mum has one shaped like a shoe
Coffee white chocolate.
More parties tonight,
Aunt with fancy pastry tastes,
Mum’s cannoli was better.
Hang outs with the boy
Holding hands all the way to
His old house. In love.
Now you only bring me black roses and they crumble into dust when they’re held
Now you only bring me black roses but I’m not under your spell
Boy is sad about forced house move, can’t sleep, messages me late (2am) just to have someone to talk to.
He’s kind of adorable. ♥
Lana Del Rey for Madame Figaro
Photographed by James White
The perfect daily routine ☀️
…someone you love tells you that they think you and them have nothing to talk about anymore
After some time off from writing (part laziness part busy-ness) I feel like this week’s The Broke and the Bookish Top Ten Tuesdaytopic of favourite classics is one of my favourites. I have read many many books that I read over and over again, though some of them I don’t know how well they’d fit into that “classics” canon, unless there’s something about Meg Cabot that I’ve missed! The books below…
sad pug puppy face, very familiar to me
A lot of my friends and family are experiencing such amazing things at the moment, and while I am happy for them, I cannot help also feeling overwhelmingly jealous. I know that they’ve worked hard for what they have achieved, and I am immensely proud of them, but it frustrates me to no end. Even though I know that almost all of that frustration is directed…