operation get balloon back is a go.

stop trying to care about their life and get on with your own, hatti.

when i'm a granma, this is what i'm gunna look like :')

just living in a little town called hypocrisy.

i'm going to follow in the lead of my laaavvley friends and write a list.
a list of what i aspire to have achieved by the time i'm 20,30, ok 40:

- to have made myself proud in gcse's and generally anything. because others may say "well done" and plant a smile on their faces, but deep down they are gloating that they got more A*s than you, but i want to be proud of myself. and not care what others have got.
- to have fun in 6th form, and not get over powered by work, because that sucks.
- to go to university and party hardddddddd! aswell as getting a good degree, obviously ;)
- to go travelling and see the world in all its glory, and not just all the crappiness we see and hear about. i want to experience the wonders of the world; the northern lights, a botswana sky, the great barrier reef, the lord of the rings mountains (and yes, i do know that's not what they are really called...), the rainforests, see the great lakes, the canyons, waterfalls and tiny mountain streams. i want to see the beauty of everything, and neglect anything negative. because i have decided that if we only live once, we may aswell try and reach for the stars, and seeing as this is near to impossible, i'm just going to go find heaven on earth and look up at the stars, instead of floating around between them.
- find joseph gordon-levitt, matthew morrison, mitch hewer and alex pettyfer and shag all four and possibly marry all four too ;)
- live abroad, i dont know where or how long for, but i want to experience another way of life.
- travel round all 50 (or is it 51?) states of america in a campavan.
- get the perfect suburbian house, perfect garden, perfect dog, perfect husband and have 3 beautiful, smart perfect kids. basically, i want life to be perfect.
- to be a bajillionaire but give loads to charity, so i feel like i've achieved something in life instead of spending it on gucci, prada, a billion houses and a private jet - which to be honest doesn't sound too bad either.
- when i'm old to have a pub in the lakedistrict with lizzie, the hungry goose and the lonely camel. we're gunna be the cool granmas with cool grandad husbands who drive steam boats across windermere. beautiful.
- to die painlessly, quickly and by being able to say goodbye to my family.
- to discover if it is true, if there is an after life. what happens, if we really "go towards the light". if there is a heaven, a hell, if God exists, etcetera etcetera...




i hope heaven is a house like this. just because it looks like it zoomed out of Stepford Wives.

and i have one more final dream; to shout Penis as loud as we can in a park, with my perfect guy. and if you havn't seen (500) days of summer then you most probably will think i'm kinda weird, but emma will understand this one, they are the cutest couple in the world. i want to be them to be quite honest!

unicorns

do still exist. they're just big, fat and grey and we call them rhinos.

:')

how bloody adorable is this.

i want it on a platter with a glass of milk.

or not. how prickly.

great writers, crap thinkers.

love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. but in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. it will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

to love is to be vulnerable.

C.S. Lewis.

to be honest mr lewis, i think you speak utter crap.

i think it's easy to love someone. love doesnt have to be heart-renching sadness when you're apart or have every thought and dream occupied with them. love can be affection, lust and friendship.

so no. i think you, sir, are wrong.

sometimes people try way too hard to be different, maybe being normal isnt such a bad thing.

comfort the enemy.

damn pants.

silence is the virtue of fools.

fool.

did it hurt falling from heaven?

yes pleaseeeeee!

seeing life as if you were looking through rose tinted glasses.

fjghdfuohgoidugerqfdgfdd.




i dislike it, how you are now. it's not like you're a horrible person, or a bad person, it's just i'm not a priority in your life anymore. and i'm not quite sure how it happened. how everything just changed.

i've lost you, and you of all people are not one i wanted to lose.
i've still got amazing friends, so if i'm going to be pushed aside then so be it.

but i'm not going to go down without a fight, because you're worth trying for.

so hopefully you'll get the jist from this, because i dont want to lose you. ok babes?

new years resolutions

are a pile of crap.

who actually goes by them?! i don't, thats for sure! but you know what, this year i havn't made a resolution, i've decided to live by a statement. and it speaks so much sense, so i've decided that these years might seem really important right now, but they aren't at all. so i'm only going to stick wth the people that don't push you aside when someone else comes running. sorry.

don't make someone your priority if they're only going to make you an option.

mm, i'm so going by this.

"you have to chop the vegetables small enough so that they become one with the sauce."

i've been trying to reach for the stars, when really the moon has been enough.

i miss you.