I most definitely think something went wrong when they were making me. As much as I love shoes, pretty dresses, Audrey Hepburn, my fiance and the right bank of Paris, there’s a hugely different side to me just below the surface.
That side of me is the beer guzzling, red cup holding, beer pong playing, fratire reading, violence loving, mysoginistic joke telling, mouth like a sailor frat boy my nearest and dearest know so well.
I swear there’s been a mix up. I am two completely opposite people.
I love it though.
I may have had a pretty mad weekend but last night lying in bed getting up to date with Gossip Girl, drinking root beer and being told I’m cute nailed it perfectly.
Watching some of the closest friends and the boyhalf strutting it down the catwalk at a fashion show for PULP was awesome, my pals are incredibley babe. Kate and Lou being up made the weekend too, love those girls so much and we never don’t have fun!
Big fat burgers at handmade burger, smuggling beats, sofa cuddles and starbucks and sandwiches.
Even a little freak out couldn’t bring me down. I’m lucky my friends are so ohmazing, that they can make me feel 100% more settled when it feels like everything might fall apart.
And the boyhalf, the most honest chat we’ve ever had drunk on a kerb in the dark under a tunnel at 1.30am. I know now that no matter what the future holds, we’ll never not be in each other lives. He’s my family and my best friend as well as my fiance and nothing will stop me wanting to know him forever and we’ll fight for it to the end.
i feel like i owe an apology to the guy who spent ages trying to chat me up last night after i told him i was over on an exchange programme from America for the summer…mainly because after he thought he was in i told him Brydo was my girlfriend.
“understand that if you’re cold I’ll keep you warm
and besides, there’s so much beauty in a storm
so come down with me to the shore
and what’s more, I adore you”—la dispute: fall down, never get back up again (via schnikum)