October 2010
27 posts
i win.
i got made manager today.
from part time weekend staff to manager in less than 18 months is pretty good going i think. but i will say i deserve it. the amount of 6 day weeks, 12 hour shifts and petty shit i’ve had to smile through is all worth it from this day onwards.
bring. it. on
Ate a turd today...
Still got the bits of corn in my teeth :/
Still, means I can save it for later. It’s going to be a long night.
‘I’m not going to lie, I wish I was coming home to you tonight’.
You literally made my heart burst into a million glittery pieces. Thankyou for making me so happy.
P.s. sometime soon baby.
“Oh to be buried beneath the waves a sailor’s grave is all I crave”
– Parkway Drive ‘Boneyards’
I'm getting annoyed.
Send me patronising texts will you? I’m running this tighter than a rat’s rectum and you dare to suggest that we’re having any kind of problem? Just leave us alone. Your day is done.
“Cos I am the darkness in the sky, the sweeping wind that haunts that night, the...”
– Adam Barnes “Come Undone”
Get out of my way
How can one person go through life with so little ambition? I have a drive to see this through to the bitter end and you cry about doing one late night. I pity your lack of drive, your lack of desire to be anything more than what you are. You’re taking steps back in life rather leaps forward. Get out of my way, or I’ll crush you with my sheer force of will.
Winter
It was so dark when I got up this morning it felt like my commute started in Mordor.
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fred groves.
tumblr rape. now there’s something new. cock.
god i love cock
god i love cock
Last time
I was laying in this bed was the first time you kissed me. I know it was only 3 months ago and I remember it through a haze of rum like it was yesterday.
Tonight I’m in it with four stitches and some superglue holding my scalp together.
The injustice of it all.
Ps. I love you. And I know I’m laaaaaaaama :p
i wish you could see yourself through my eyes sometimes. you’re my everything.
“in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day...”
– f. scott fitzgerald, the crack-up (via ilikewhatyousee)
Bad mood.
Humph.
Friday night downpour.
they are flocking into town, huddling under umbrellas, which the sun will rise on, discarded with the plastic cups and cigarette ends washing their way towards the drains. there are no smokers outside, the die hard ones that brave the rain, dependent on their nicotine lust talk absentmindedly into mobile phones, passing the time so that it looks like they’re doing something more than...
