if the ecstacy's in, the wit is definitely out.

i knew i'd return to blogger eventually.



I read your letter
The one you left when you broke into my house
Retracing every step you made
And you said you meant it
And there's a piece of me in every single
Second of every single day
But if it's true then tell me how it got this way.

I visited Sussex today, it was empty but nice. Saw the flat i'm going to be moving into, had a nice (if wet) stroll down Brighton pier and dinner in the Harvester with Rosie and Sarah :) good day.

up in my lonely room where i'm dreaming of you, oh what can i do? i still need you girl.

so module results today; i got a C in geography which is basically a bit shit cause i need an A to get into Sussex which is where i majorly want to go. my mother was oh so supportive and helpful as usual.

Me: mum, i'm worried i'm not going to get into university.
Mum: well you see, i don't really know what the appropriate maternal response is here. i could tell you that it's all going to be fine and you'll get the grades, but i don't know if you will so that'd be lying. i could tell you that you can always take a gap year and re-apply and it doesn't really matter, but it does matter so i'd also be lying. so i'm going to be honest - i'm fucking shitting myself for you.
Me: ... ta.
Mum: more wine?

i'm not quite sure people really understand/appreciate my mother at her best, so i've provided some visual aids:














this is my aunt Dibs, my sister, me and my mumma (just LOOK at her xD) when we went to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show and my mum insisted that everyone dressed up for it... nobody else was.














mum back when she was cool ish.. i rly wish she had kept that t-shirt so i could sneakily steal it.


















oh madre.