Don’t you just love those sensationally euphoric days, when nothing can bring you down and the simplest whozits and whatzits seem like the most beautiful things in the world? Yes? Yes. So do I, and am in the midst of one RIGHT now. :3 When I’m happy, I tend to love everything - Sooo this page is bassiiiccaalllyyy a list of some of the wee gremlin’s that pop into my head that I’d say make my life.. well. Lifey.
duvet days, listening to the rain, thunder storms, Peppermint green tea, Costa’s cinnamon latte, Lady Gaga, holding hands, vintage dresses, heels, books, school & study (believe it or not) and making people smile.I like the idea of trusting someone, although I find it incredibly difficult to trust anybody myself. and I strongly believe everything happens for a reason. I have an unnaturally strong fondness for biting, and have a bit of a spine fetish. I envy really boney girls, I will steal their boniness one day.
I lead an incredibly contradictory life. I want to be lost, and make myself a home in a place completely unfamiliar. I want to be in agony and experience life wearing the same shoes as those who have it rough. I want people to think I’m strange, if not a little insane, and be known for my outlandish impulses.
Yet while I’m trying to get lost, I yearn to be found, and as I welcome agony, I fear its fate. I find comfort in home and sensibility, yet I envy those who think nothing of circumspection.
I’ve always been really, really overweight. But around September last year I started to really do something about that, so here’s a photo to show the difference so far. It’s a terrible example, but hey.
I’m now really conscious about what I eat, and I exercise consistently. I hate how health-obsessed I am, but I can’t seem to get it to budge.