(Source: anditlingers, via fall-of-ideals)
(via va-n-ille)
blind porn
- man: ughhhh yea suck that dick
- woman: where
Life is good.
Ignore previous bullshit.
“He was a hot little bundle of repressed emotions and ideas—perhaps this was what made the thought of sex with him…almost experimentally exciting.”
— Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger’s Child
Emotional Purge
I thought some things would be different here. I thought my happy confident self would shine through, but I’m just as socially awkward as ever and unless I’m drunk I can’t talk to people. I’ve been fine most of the time, and maybe it’s just homesickness mixed with sleep deprivation, but last night was enough to convince me that perhaps I don’t belong here either. It was the history social and me and my flatmate Emma went. Due to strained finances she wasn’t drinking and I couldn’t very well get drunk on my own, although I tried my hardest, and everyone seemed pretty cliquey already.
Then to add insult to insecurity, there’s this guy (when isn’t there), that I like and I may have accidentally brushed him off. And he looked as though he was getting some girl’s number. But he came over to speak to me and Emma (who knows him a little bit more) three times and I can’t help but read into it. Oh god. It’s so petty. I just feel really insecure and like running as far away as fast as possible.
And I have to go to my next lecture alone. And possibly the one after that, although the guy I like will be there, even though I’m not supposed to know his name meaning it would be stalky to find him on fb even though after some extensive and, well, stalky searching I found him.
Eugh. Man the fuck up.
(Source: littlebrownhare)
When Rival Unis Meet
Oh god I’m poorly. Ridiculous night last night including laddish antics such as downing a dirty pint, getting with some guy for literally hours and removing some clothes in a club. I can’t excuse or explain myself really. It was messy.
Now to curl up with Anna Karenina and doze.
(Source: littlebrownhare)
