The magic of contouring.
What a time to be alive
Joys of dog ownership.
el poncho, motherfucker.
I want to be happy. That’s pretty much it.
I’ve reached a point in my life when I’m finally incredibly unbothered by other people. I’m perfectly content in my choices and beliefs, and think I’m the right balance between “take no shit” and “nice person” So I hope I don’t teeter too much in either direction.
I hope Rich is still alive/in my life. Although I do think about how clean my house would be, how little laundry I’d have to do, and how much pasta I could eat I would miss him if he suddenly wasn’t a thing in my life.
I hope Ryder is still alive and evolved to a stage where he doesn’t shed anymore.
I hope pizza hasn’t gone weird and is still awesome. That Supernatural lives on like Friends and I can sell the clothes I wear now off as “vintage primark” and make a killing. To buy more food with.
Dilemma: Do I lose some weight so I can fit into my old bikinis.. or do I just buy new bikinis?
My Dad has agreed to be Ryder’s bbfl in May so we can book the lodge in Cornwall once we’ve sorted out our other bills. This place has foxes and hot tubs. And hopefully foxes IN hot tubs wearing sunglasses and Hawaiian shirts. So excited to have a holiday.
did you seriously because I work so hard on my eyebrows.