At the airport friends, I found wifi. Well, it found me but we won’t start that discussion right now. Anywho, I wish I had internet in Cyprus.
I will speak to you all soon, keep tumbling (I’m sorry, that was a disgraceful word)
Bye guys & tumblr. I will miss you.
Still haven’t packed everything and we are leaving in an hour. The procrastination crown sits firmly on my head.
Packing for my flight tomorrow. Oops left it a wee bit late.
can my mum not change plans. WE MAKE PLANS, WE STICK TO PLANS.
I GET REALLLY UPSET WHEN PLANS CHANGE SO CAN U NOT
You know what I hate? When people get pissed off when you tell them you don’t want them to touch you. Like excuse me, I don’t actually want you to touch my arm. I don’t want a hug right now. I don’t give a shit if you’re family. I don’t care if the phrase “I don’t want to be touched” puts you off. Just don’t fucking touch me.
fun fact: just because u like a singer/band doesn’t mean u have to like every song they release