IT’S 4.20 MOTHERFUCKER.
Heeeey
New followers! And old ones! Ever been curious as to one tiny thing about me? Go for it, ask me :)
I keep having crazy dreams that are so vivid I swear they’re real until I wake up. I spend half the dream thinking “is this a dream…?”. Last night, for example, dreamt that my dreads all just came out and my hair was long and soft and nice again (it was nice because already I miss brushing it haha, but I was more gutted), as soon as I woke up I was like WOAAAAH *checks head frantically* PHEWW. And some others that should probably never be shared with another human being..
In other news, snow is fucking shit. London is less exciting when I can’t even go outside… although I quite prefer staying inside right now for several reasons :)
Anyway, boring post today, sorry y’all. Nothing that interesting happens in my life…
Weird week. Some stuff has been amazingly good, some stuff has been… not so amazingly good. I’m still in London for a little while, so just a quick update :) the snow is crazy, so is the ice, so I’m hibernating and staying inside :) some people have made the last few days.. well, you know who you are.
Over and out!
(Ps: my dreads are looking good, however I’m getting pissed off with having bad skin so they now spend most days tied up like this.. I’m lazy, I know!)
“If you don’t like me, remember that it’s mind over matter. I don’t mind and you don’t matter.”
— Dr. Seuss
Hoooooly shit I had a bad day today. I’m going to have a spliff, a really long bath, and hopefully a nice phone call to cheer me up. Followers, I now have a couple more of you: hii! Say stuff! Give me stuff to do!
Me today.
me everyday.
Doing this right now. Presentation tomorrow? Naaaaah, I’ll think about it in the hour before I’m due to give it…
You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe-size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress.
You are no amalgam of these things.
You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.
You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.
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