the worst thing ever is that when i have cramps they merge with my near constant back pain meaning there’s nothing i can do to make it so I’m not on the verge of tears all day
being a fan of little mix is so hard
because the other girls are so good and not offensive and they hardly do anything wrong
but then there’s perrie
who just never fucking learns
hit my 2000 words for cw
now i’ve just got to write one smaller piece and the book review
I can totes do the before the weekend.
When I thought of all the ways my life could go wrong, reading fanfiction about pregnant men at three in the morning was not on the top of my list
so there are two places that sell records in the city centre
and i went into one and because i’m a big baby my dad asked if they had the paramore record store day vinyl
they said they had three that morning and they sold out
so of course i was super sad because i’d already tried getting one on ebay and people were bidding stupid amounts of money for it so i was like “oh well it was a nice dream”
we went into the other one and i managed to get tango in the night and rumours for 10 quid and was less sad about not getting paramore
but like as we’re leaving, like we’re standing outside the door and sorting out the bags we have, someone opened the door behind us and was like “excuse me?”
and i turned around and it was this dude i was searching through records with in the first shop and i wasn’t sure what he wanted but then he went
"were you the girl looking for the paramore record?" and i was like "yeah why?"
"because i have it right here."
this guy remembered i was looking for it and instead of just leaving it or buying it himself and making money on ebay he was prepared to come after us!!! because he saw that i was upset the other store didn’t have it!!!!
so like i ran back in and thanked him like fifteen times and the guy who owned the store was like “oh yeah we only just got that i think it’s the last one” and i just
today was a good day today was such a good day
My parents constantly remind me that I’m an adult until it comes to me wanting to do something I don’t need their permission to do anymore which is when the “I’m your mother/father you do as I say” rule instantly comes into play