I had a lesbian shower sex dream. Haha wtf does this mean!?
(Source: themidknight)
The other day my nan had a bad fall and ended up hurting herself, and understandably was very shocked. She’s lived on her own since her husband died over 25 years ago and she doesn’t see us very often. I made some banana and walnut muffins and wrapped them up prettily with a nice pink ribbon, and also gave her a small framed water colour painting I did. My dad went round to her place to clean her carpet and he took the presents with him. In the afternoon she called me up to thank me for the water colour painting and the muffins, and that she would try one of my muffins after dinner. Later on when I was watching TV she called again and said that she never usually eats muffins but she enjoyed the ones I made and she thought they were delicious.
I can’t imagine how lonely she is that she called me twice just to thank me for the present. I’m glad that it made her happy and cheered her up, and it also made me feel nice to know that I did that, but I also feel guilty that my family doesn’t see her that often, even though we know we should. On both sides of my family my grandmothers are both widows and have been for decades, and both of them are desperately lonely. I hope I never end up like that.
(Source: fragile-lover)
I am thinking too much and annoyed over too many things.
I just wish I was 5-10 years in the future so my life was sorted out.
Omfg burping like a baby
I’m typing this with one hand, as I’m laying down on my bed. I don’t feel like getting up I dont want to move or leave my room. I received a fail for my last photography project which means if I resubmit it and don’t get a pass it means I can’t go into 3rd year which fucks up my plans of studying speech pathology right after I finish this stupid, fucking “degree”. I hate how being at art school makes me hate art and photography and how the teachers have drained the life out of me and are fucking me around. To redo and resubmit this project I went down the coast for a week to take photos and today when I showed the teacher he said I was sitting on the fence, I need to talk to people, take their photo, and that I could do better and he wants more by next week. He wants me to trawl around the caravan parks and take photos of people and their tents. Whenever I think of doing this and the whole situation I just feel paralyzed, and like a deflated balloon. I have no energy, mentally or physically to do it. I dont even know what this feeling is called that i’m feeling right now. I’m being a whiny bitch but holy fuck I just hate art school and the only reason I’m staying is so I can get a degree and then study something useful. End of rant.