Breathe

Hannah. Nineteen.. England. Art student.

i wanna go home

my flatmate says “aww” after everything i say.

earlier is was

her: “so what are you having for tea?
me: “jacket potato”
her: “aww!”

she’s now watching made in chelsea.
-_-

thatothernguyen:

are penguins even real omfg

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artpropelled:

Gail Lee

artpropelled:

Gail Lee

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missing tom like crazy. It literally feels like I’ve got a limb missing.

missing tom like crazy. It literally feels like I’ve got a limb missing.

so today I was let down by people. Again.

I really should be used to it by now, it has happened so often. I must have “mug” written in bold capitals right across my forehead. The experience from last night has left me feeling pretty low. I’m started to think (and I know this sounds morbid) but I’m starting to think that I actually don’t deserve to be around decent people, that i’m just destind to be dissapointed and let down. I was so pissed off last night. I was left, after my flatmates promised they’d come along to an event I was super excited for all of us to go to, they were supposed to be arriving to it just after me but instead they never even showed. No phone call, no text, despite me texting both of them all night because I was actually worried about them after hearing absolutely nothing from either of them all night. They clearly couldn’t be fucked. I managed to get hold of them at half one in the morning. LITERALLY all I got was: “oh yeah, we tried to get in but it was sold out”. In which I replied: “That’s weird because they announced not that long ago that this is the first White mink event not to sell out.” and then I got “oh… How much did your ticket cost? It would’ve cost us £13 to get in and we just can’t afford that.” me - “I thought you both knew the price. It’s not just a regular night, it’s a proper show…” “oh, well, we couldn’t get in, but, are you ok?”

No actually, no i’m not fucking okay. Last night was amazing. The music was incredible and I danced my ass off. It could’ve been better though had I not to check my phone constantly in hope of finding out where they were, and also going along to the event with an extremely affectonate loved up couple who I barely knew. Yeah, great.

I can’t be fucked with people like them. They’re just children. I’ve moved my TV and my big speakers out of the living room and into my room. If they are going to treat me like shit, they’re not going to have the luxury of using my stuff. (They’ve both got appalling taste in music and TV anyway, so no loss there).

I’m so disappointed. I really hoped that the girls I was going to live with at uni would be somewhat decent but it turns out I haven’t really met anyone yet who’s anything more than a fucking clone. It honestly feels like i’m living in a block of flats full of fucking kids. 

Urgh. Fucking people. Why are there so many shite people? Where are all the good ones?

breannewilliamson:

You are more than your test score. 

breannewilliamson:

You are more than your test score. 

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michellekpoems:

starinagalaxy:

Quote on my wall by michellekpoems. I read this everyday

michellekpoems:

starinagalaxy:

Quote on my wall by michellekpoems. I read this everyday

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veganasana:

I DONT THINK IVE EVER SEEN ANYTHING CUTER OH GOSH

veganasana:

I DONT THINK IVE EVER SEEN ANYTHING CUTER OH GOSH

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