I can’t cope with constantly feeling like I’m not good enough anymore, and I know its my own fualt for always walking into it with completly emotionally unavailable people
Thistly cross cider and spicey chips. So happy
An egg in a hat from my sister
So much face so much knee so much hole
First proper day at topshop
You need more than guts to be a good gangster. You need ideas.
Cidade de Deus (City of God) (2002)
Came to see jazz for a post T catch up and decided to relive my youth at the same time
Katharine Hepburn in Sylvia Scarlett (George Cukor, 1935), a colossal flop at the time because of its themes of sexual and gender politics. But it’s a fun movie to watch now.
People who say sadness doesn’t hurt physically apparently never experienced feeling so sad. I’ve felt it in my legs, my jaw, my head, my quivering lips, aching eyes, and my aching chest. It hurts my chest the most because it literally feels like your heart is in pain.