Game Of Thrones theme + Hustle theme = House Of Cards theme
I’m reading The Ocean At The End Of The Lane and I’m still only about halfway through, but it’s giving me such ridiculous nostalgia.
I keep having flashes of memories of my childhood home resurface, little details and experiences which I had completely forgotten about. The spiderwebs that hung off the unruly redcurrant bush at the bottom of the garden, the folding table in our tiny little kitchen that was for my brother and I to eat off (my parents used the table in the dining room), turning my dad’s shed into a den with my brother, arguments about whether my bedroom door should be open or shut overnight…
Neil Gaiman is a genius and I keep having to stop reading for a minute or two because he’s captured the tiny little details of childhood so well in this book and arghhh, I’m absolutely gripped.
The most common day for me to delete people from Facebook is on their birthday.
It’s not my fault that it’s the only day I’m reminded of their existence by Facebook telling me its their birthday.
It’s always like, “It’s so-and-so’s birthday!”
And I’m like ”I don’t like that person” or “I haven’t talked to them in years” or “Who is that?”
I’m so sorry.
nothing will fuck you up as much as the realization that there’s no real reason the alphabet needs to be in order
THEY CUT UP AN EYEBALL IN BONES I AM SO GLAD I WASN’T EATING DINNER WHILE WATCHING THIS
Good things about living with Owain:
I can ring him from my room upstairs and ask him to put food in the oven for me, and he does it.
Nothing else, but that’s pretty cool.
I’ve become so used to sleeping in a room roughly the same temperature as your average freezer, that now that it’s a few degrees above zero I can’t sleep because I feel too warm?!