i just want him to be in the dining room, a beer on the table and a cigarette in his hand. reading a copy of the glasgow herald or browsing on his computer. i want him to ask me how to do this & that. i want him to tell me to go to bed, i want him to tell me to get a good night sleep. i just wish he was still here. 

having a bad night.


when I’m older and married, I’m going to clean the house in a cute maid outfit with stockings and a garter belt and bend over a lot

I’m such a fuck up, I try to make things better and only make them far worse. Good going. 


i don’t think anyone actually likes me


mild sexual love blog


I’m on a new diet called don’t fucking look at me

i’m such a shitty human being, yay.

theme by
ivorythemes Tumblr Cursors