why would you wake me if you're not gunna save me?

i'm wearing leggings

as it turns out, i really will never be healthy again. spent last night and most of this morning stuck somewhere in between the conscious and unconscious realms - not sure i've slept for 12 hours or none at all. all i know is i listened to a lot of music in the dark and it was quite the surreal experience. music (and emotions) are a lot more raw at night and so i've been thrown from pillar to post listening to the likes of olly murs, birdy, escape the fate, pentatonix, ariana grande, jack garratt and so much more.

it starts with a picture and it sits in your frame

statement pink but that's okay

having my picture taken is not my favourite thing in the world. in fact, it's probably near the bottom of "my favourites" list - i know i look bad most of the time, i don't need a photo to immortalise it. but that's not to say i hate photos. i fucking love them. that one tiny image can hold a million memories that come flooding back. sometimes it's heartbreaking (smash cut to me at 3am, stalking my ex boyfriend) but sometimes it's really really lovely. and that's exactly what i aimed for when i bought my polagram box. it arrived today and, honestly, it's made my week already.