eating toast. but i have a cold and it is making it even more dry and i have turned into a mouth breather. i am so tired from being out really late last night. i really need a nap but i am going to meet my friend quickly before i leave for a while. ALSO i’m seeing RAE AGAIN TONIGHT> this time i persuaded my family to come with me. fun little family excursion. exciting.
alice is 21 now and i am still alive. the moment i hugged my friends i felt more real. the taxi driver was a very kind adult as well with lots of questions i;m glad he picked me up instead of something else
last night was fun and the first of my friends has turned to the big age. we’re all next.
just hanging out backstage, you know, tour life etc…..(photo by @whatdaharris)
nice one H-burg! we had a blast. onwards to mighty manchester!
after village underground i then took pleasure in meeting Rae’s drummer Daisy Palmer in a pub and overhearing her laughing hysterically at the hand dryer in the toilets. a great band.
holy fucking shit i’m so sick of seeing this post with the credit taken off it
it’s a series by Tammy Rae Carland titled Lesbian Beds and deals with representation and intimacy really well and you’re stripping it of that just for your ~aesthetic~ holy fuck
"When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog."
A Somali student, on what has surprised her most about the United States. (via africandogontheprairie)