you will remember me for centuries

genuine bisous 

100 posts. 100 fucking posts everyone. who would've thought it? okay here's your chance to own up - if you really didn't think i could make it 100 days on this blog, raise your hand. consider mine raised alongside yours, don't you worry. it's been a bumpy ride, full of ups and downs, but one which i wouldn't change for the world. thank you, really and honestly, for ever finding yourself here. it sounds like i'm dying but as far as i'm aware, i'm not. here's to 100 more. posts, not years. good lord.

you're sweet like chocolate, you bring me so much joy

is buying yourself flowers so bad?

tip of the day: if you don't like crowded spaces or lots of people, don't go to an enclosed shopping centre on a saturday. it was chaos but luckily i had my favourite little angel alongside me to ferry past the reams of OAPs and fat families with no sense of urgency. it's no secret that these past few days have been monumentally shit so what better to cheer me up than an impromptu shopping spree with the face of the rather splendid "lions, tigers and beauty", our very own alice thomas, a god(dess) amongst (wo)men. 

i'm running out of room for your tattoos

"in the midst of things"

today was tattoo day! a very exciting day, i'm sure you'll agree, and one that comes around all too rarely for me. working in a nursery, you'd think that i'm banned from a lot of bod mod - on the contrary. thanks to a rather laid back (unaware) boss, and a really lovely team of wonderful women (and one exceptional man), i'm basically allowed to run free. it's my fault that i've stretched my ears enough for the kids to rip them out every day but that's half of the fun, right? RIGHT?