When you lose the person that you love most in the world, your heart feels like it’s being torn out of your chest and shredded into thousands of tiny pieces right in front of your eyes, but when you realise there’s something you can do to make everything better, the pieces start to weave their way back into place where they belong.

i love street art.

okay

okay so someone on facebook just posted this status: 'you want to know how i realy feel? sometimes i want to cry because i know everyone hates me, i know im not pretty but why does everyone have to rub it in i wish i was prettyer. and right now im crying because of the stupid insugnificant thing people say about me because they realy hurt'

this almost brought me to tears. yeah i get shit for being a 'bigger' girl, but it is just horrible to think that someone is going through all this. you dont have to be popular to have feelings, everybody deserves a chance and i believe that whatever you look like, wherever you come from, and however popular you are, you should be given a chance to be yourself to let people know who you really are. im fed up of people bullying and people judging and yes, i have been judgmental in the past, but thats the past, i've grown up and looked past the immature brick wall which most people get stuck at.

but seriously, i do believe in karma. what goes around comes around - if you dish out shit, you deserve to get shit back.

and ellie goulding, i think your beautiful.

maaan its been quite a long time now. been lost in a life of exams and hot weather! its surprising how little time it takes for a tan to appear, i like it. well anyway i am severely jealous of all the lucky fuckers who got to go to radio 1's big weekend. why does it always have to be bloody miles away from me? there was an absolutely amazing line up this year and im pretty cheesed off i couldnt be there! you me at six, dizzee rascal, biffy clyro, marina and the diamonds, kids in glass houses, paramore, hot chip... basically like EVERYTHING i listen to! unfair unfair unfair. and i bloody love chris moyles to pieces and i could have got the chance to meet him haha. well maybe next year or the year after or whenever stupid radio 1 fancies bringing its big weekend DOWN SOUTH!!

but anyway, im pretty tired now, chemistry exam today and physics friday. i need to recharge my brain! adios.

this towel is brilliant

dawin deez creates some pretty good shit.

'Twinkle, twinkle little star, how i wonder what you are

there's a million little lights when the sky turns black tonight
are there patterns in our skies, are patterns only in our eyes?'

'you and i are sitting on the ocean floor

you were tired of swimming and you're so bored'

'my dna is running out i am not the guy who makes you smile now and when we talk it's not the same but i already lost the gene for feeling pain'

'i hope that the last the page of your 800 page novel is missing and i hope that it rains if you leave the window down on your red mustang. i hope that your team lost; i hope your new girl takes off with a new guy. and i would like to be your girlfriend so i could dump you and i would like to be your garbage man so i would never have to pick up your trash again. maybe you should wonder why your apartment is always so empty. well i hope you get locked out of that apartment and have to call jenny'

something about the crazy hair, ankle bashing skinny jeans, weird head bands, strange deck shoes and odd pairs of glasses is actually quite attractive to me... am i losing it or what? i think they call it love!