This is really all you need to know about my life right now.

This was me about an hour ago, sat on the rocks by the sea at Robin Hood’s Bay. I have never felt more British than I did being there, freezing cold on a deserted beach, eating squashed cheese and pickle sandwiches and refusing to move for at least three quarters of an hour, until it felt like my bum was actually going to fall off despite wearing two jumpers and leggings under my jeans.

I am now in a lovely pub attached to a fancy hotel, sat in the window with my book and a pint (it’s after midday and therefore a perfectly acceptable time to be drinking), and now, NOW the sun decides to show his face. Ah well, I have the window seat.

The apple sticker, by the way, will not be understood by anyone except my father, who (I sincerely hope) does not read this blog.

and um can we go with WORST FUCKING FILM EVER.

Not only was I forced to put up with bloody Keira bloody Knightley for over 100 minutes, but on top of that it’s the most frustrating film I have ever watched. I DON’T CARE IF IT’S HISTORICALLY ACCURATE I WANT A BLOODY HAPPY ENDING.

I’ve never felt so trapped by a film in my life. The fact she has to choose between love and her children is The Worst. The. Worst. Especially as I think I secretly wanted her to go for whatshisface instead of the kids. Welp.

Anyway, with that in mind, it’s a very good thing I’m out of here for a wee while. I’ve decided to take a solo trip to the cheapest place I could get away to. So I’m off to Scarborough/Robin Hood’s Bay/Whitby for night. I wanted out. I get itchy feet so easily and yet I’m so very poor. So. There we go.

And I’m looking forward to mine and Holly’s trip to Stratford in Spring Break, as well as wherever else I can possibly afford to go. I need to be on the move again.

Okay I’m not going to lie, I really really really loved Lizzie McGuire. And I loved Gordo (although had a crush on Miranda, welp), and I loved that he secretly loved Lizzie all the way through and even through her Ronnie phase and her whatshisfacefromMalcolmInTheMiddlewhoactuallyplayedhimself phase and I loved that he only ever got to actually kiss her in the shitty movie that they made about three years later and even then it was hardly conclusive but it doesn’t matter because unrequited love is the worst thing to feel but the best thing to watch BUT

but

But it always bothered me that he didn’t say there was nobody smarter than her. Because okay, it’s true, because that kid was dumb a whole lot of the time, and Gordo himself was a genius BUT GUYS COME ON FOR SYNTACTICAL SYMMETRY THERE REALLY NEEDED TO BE A THIRD POINT WHERE HE SAYS SHE’S AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT SMART.

And yes, this has been bothering me since I was twelve, thanks for asking.

(via thecatwhisperer)

Subject: Lana del whatsit

Listened to a bit: know exactly what you mean.
No thanks

I think probably the reason I’m really broody at the moment is because I keep seeing those pictures of mother-otters holding their fluffy little baby otters and floating around on their backs with them.

Stop making 80% of your posts wanky pictures of deer, then.

Welp, this is unsurprising.

At the top we have Kirra, who has recently moved to Copenhagen and is posting lovely pictures of Denmark, which is making me very excited to go back there this summer for the first time in a year or two.

In second place is Harri, who is my real-life best buddy’s other real-life best buddy, but Harri and I have only ever met once. We are soulmates, though, so it’s all okay.

Bronze medal goes to The Daily What because duh.

Queen of the Tumblesians Anna rolls in next, because she’s essentially always been in my crushes. Also one of the first Tumblrs I ever followed. And definitely the only one I’ve sent a postcard from Hogsmeade to.

Next is afore-mentioned real-life best buddy Holly, who is LEAVING ME TO GO HOME TOMORROW WHAT AN ASSHOLE.

In sixth place is Steph, who I think I found somewhere on the St Andrews tag, even though she doesn’t actually go here any more.

Next up is apsies, who posts a lot of Obama. ‘Nuff said.

Penultimately we have Fatties Delight because are you kidding me this one is so obvious you guys.

And in last place we have Licky, who is another one of those people who I don’t think has ever left this wee square. What a lady.

Aaaaand it’s back to revision. Because we all know I was only doing this to procrastinate.

All three of my Tumblrs will be blacked out today in protest of SOPA.

You can circumvent it by clicking anywhere on the page, though. So don’t panic.

lickypickystickyfree:

Study Methods 101.

Currently.

As usual.

Exams at the moment (“finals”, to those from across the pond). Stress stress stress and no time for bloggin’.

Sort of the reaction I was almost expecting. Only…real.

watsonlove:

Emma dancing at the midnight rose party.

Reasons Emma Watson is an exemplary human being and the love of my life: #836257192.

(via fuckyeahhermione)

Why do I bother with real posts, you guys?

My pal Morgan’s response was “Is he fit?” - he’s Jens’ flatmate.

I give up.

But also: you too, kiddo. I love you very very much and I’m proud of you and your new life and I hope we have adventures at some point in 2012.

Internet, I have something to tell you.

I’ve been hiding it from you for almost nine months now (no, I’m not pregnant, calm your tits), but I feel like New Year’s Eve might be a good time to let you all know.

Tumblr, I have a boyfriend.

This may come as a horrible shock to you all, integrated as I am in the Tumblesbian community, but let me explain.

At the beginning of 2011 I was in a relationship with one of the kindest and most genuine people I have ever met. But I had got together with her at a time in my life when I had made a rather warped decision about who I wanted to be. Relatively recently heartbroken, I had (somewhat melodramatically, in hindsight) decided to become some kind of stud; thereby making sure I could avoid getting hurt again. So I treated H very badly, trying to make things less serious than they were - taking her less seriously than she deserved to be taken. It is my greatest regret to date (and I say this with absolute certainty) that I ruined what could have been a brilliant friendship and worthwhile relationship just because I had been hurt previously. If I could change anything in my life I would give her the time and attention and love that she deserved.

So, by the end of February this year, I had royally fucked that up. But by this time I had a best friend that was beginning to mean rather more to me than just that. I struggled massively with my feelings, however, because this friend was a guy.

I was so sure of who I was - I could never picture being with a guy in the future, nor did I find men generally attractive. I was gay. I’d told my parents, my friends. I knew.

But you can’t choose who you fall in love with.

I had to come out again, which was bizarre. I told everyone that I still saw myself as gay, but that Jens was an exception to the rule. My 1%, or however you’d like to look at it. Some people have refused to accept this, and have decided that instead I “must be bi”. Which is fine, I suppose, but I know who I am.

And now you do too!

So welp, a serious post to end the year on, but one that was probably overdue. I’m now off to celebrate, much as I detest New Year. Have a lovely time, internet. Enjoy the last few hours of 2011, and let’s hope that by the time the world ends in 2012 I have somehow managed to become an extremely successful and famous poet and won’t need any of you losers anyway. Ciao!

PS; My New Year’s Resolutions are: Get my fucking tattoo already/travel/write/buy a pony for Claire.