I love that the photo accompanying this placeholder post is a cup of coffee, seeing as it's the beginning of my blogging venture and a lot of people begin their days with coffee. I mean, not me, personally - I can't stand the stuff (that's enough of your indignant gasping out there!). But a lot of people do - and snaps to them for being able to have proper adult drinks in the morning. I'll just sit over here with my porridge and my orange juice and adult at my own pace. Even though it's 8pm. I can have breakfast at dinner time. I'm an adult. So mneh.
I have struggled, these past few weeks. Mentally, more than anything. I have struggled to sleep, in all forms and stages - I do not remember the last time I was asleep before midnight. Twice in the past three weeks... Continue Reading →
Just a quick thought tonight (if that's even possible for me). I've just read an "article" about a woman named Vicky Pattison. Apparently she's famous for being on Geordie Shore (now do you see why "article" has the quotation marks around... Continue Reading →
"He wasn't having a bar of this baby malarkey... In fact, he actively avoided babies if he could... but children fricken adored him."
“You have handed me a box of matches and no chaperone / And a world made of lies and polyester. / Congratulations.” Angry, energized words from an angry, energized woman. (Editor’s note: strong language.) via WOMANIFESTO — Discover