all the things i could do if i had a little money

bare paperz fam

they tell you money can't buy you happiness. i'm trying really bloody hard to be positive recently but if nothing else, i pride myself on being realistic. and so, it's with a heavy heart that i tell you money probably can buy you happiness. well, it can to an extent. it can buy you fucking loads of stuff that could add up to your happiness. yes, i know, you need to be happy in yourself for those things to work but i'm pretty sure that loads of surgery and a puppy would send me over the moon right about now.

born with a void heart to destroy

wedding flowers because sadness

i have absolutely no desire to blog anything even relatively positive today but i'm going to try my best to throw something together that is vaguely readable. i promise nothing though: today has been such a struggle that the second i came home, i poured myself a mixing bowl full of three different cereals. maybe my only good decision of the day but it was a solid 8/10 until i end up shitting myself later. i'll cross that bridge when i come to it. for now, i'll just listen to katy perry and hope happiness falls into place.

gotta get down on friday

my potential friday face

it's the end of the week and that can only mean one thing, right? eat loads of crunchies and cry about being single. if that's not what you're into, maybe hang out with some friends and have a few (hundred) cocktails. if you're poor/off the booze/socially inept/a closeted introvert/a maniac (delete as applicable), here i give you the IDEAL WEEKEND IN. and what a weekend it could turn out to be. it also has every potential to ruin your life and set you back years but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.