"Girl With a Pearl Ughhhhhhh" by Beth Clothier
(via robotsandcupcakes: Tina is my queen!)
in my head I can draw a lot better and do more justice to the beautiful one direction dude than this
1) A rediscovered joy from childhood: brushing my hair. It’s been a week (since rediscovery, re-enlightenment etc) and I still can’t get over how good it is / how many sad years went by me while thinking it an unnecessary inconvenience. I rate it a great grooming activity: highly recommended for soft, shiny locks, your scalp feeling good, and an ability to run hand through hair, carefree-like, no need to worry about pushing all the knots to the ends and entangling your fingers in a hairy debacle. And it takes no time at all! Do it while smiling at yourself in the mirror like you’ve got the while world under control. Not too widely though or you’ll freak yourself out.
2) At what age can I stop using teen, anti-acne etc face washes? The answer is not 23 because I tried to be a low maintenance, soap-and-water girl for the past two weeks and everything is not clean, clear, under control.
3) Lastly, Beautiful by Mariah Carey and Miguel is still the best song of the year, let’s not deny it ok
A great idea I had and executed today was to: get mad at everyone, eat everything, throw up, sleep, wake w nausea and little idea of how to rebalance sleep pattern tonight
I love finding when cool and funny people who are into the same things I am are also kind and not intimidating to talk to at all.
ya feel me?
This one is for the ladies
A fun thing to do on your period is whisper “..bloody hell” to yourself every time you pull down your underpants in the toilet because it really is a bloody hell
I’m really sad today but it’s the kind where I dont want anyone to show any sort of concern or kindness otherwise i’ll burst into tears so I have to maintain all signs of engagement lots of yips and nodding and haha and oh wow. I just want to have that kind of selfish sadness where I can wail in the corner and have everyone keep going about their business like “oh she’s just being miley” I want to be able to type I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine without it losing meaning - rather, for it to be true, but it probably wont be because I kept misspelling it as”fibe”. I want to be able to have that photogenic melancholy look but my hair is greasy and I’ve always been an ugly crier. I want to be able to post lame and vague blogs without anyone judging me too. I think I can have this one so let it slide ok, because nothing else is fibe today.