Lovin’ my new nail polish.

Lovin’ my new nail polish.


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i can see me punching him tonight, wayne’s moaning double the amount too :( 

it’s wayne, i expect it from him. i just don’t see what the big deal is about it raining, it’s not like it’s a torrential downpour. we survived Hevy when we had that really bad wind and rain. 


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notice how chris has started moaning already?

he’s going to moan for the whole of camping, and i’m not having that. it’s only a bit of rain, it won’t kill us. 


notoriousmgp:

this is how i picture hayd right now

AS level art this. 

notoriousmgp:

this is how i picture hayd right now

AS level art this. 


preparing for camping.

gonna be a good 2 and a half days. 


Human beings, right? We’re people. Which means that we deserve each other’s respect.


so i was killed by being stabbed by some heart shaped object in my belly button groin area. cool. 

so i was killed by being stabbed by some heart shaped object in my belly button groin area. cool. 

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old-siren-song:

“Sometimes I like to think that the pants got lost on purpose. That this was their final gift to us. Bringing us back together. Back to a place of forgiveness, and love, and in understanding that what we shared was all the magic we could ever need. And as we spent those last few moments of summer, looking out at the blending of sea and sky, I realized it was a color I knew very well. The softly faded, essential blue of a well worn pair of pants. The pants had brought us together again. The rest is in our hands.”

old-siren-song:

“Sometimes I like to think that the pants got lost on purpose. That this was their final gift to us. Bringing us back together. Back to a place of forgiveness, and love, and in understanding that what we shared was all the magic we could ever need. And as we spent those last few moments of summer, looking out at the blending of sea and sky, I realized it was a color I knew very well. The softly faded, essential blue of a well worn pair of pants. The pants had brought us together again. The rest is in our hands.”