#pisses me of
the concept of putting people in ‘the friendzone’ is catching on the UK and there are the main things that anger me:
1. why can’t British people think up their own things to be annoyed about
2. why are these ‘men’ so self-entitled they think that women owe them something for being friends with them?
3. why is being a friend to a woman a means to an end?
4. what’s wrong with just being friends with a woman? you obviously think a lot of the people who hang around with to include them in that category.
5. women are constantly being bombarded with issues surrounding their image, how they should act, who they should be, why is society now dictating that we now owe men something for them being nice to us?
this doesn’t affect me personally, but i can see it becoming a thing in the next few months. still, very annoying!
home from a mini adventure to the Trafford Centre for a bit of Christmas shopping. it was manic and i only got a few little gifts. i did spend my birthday vouchers though. i got:
clinique 3 step starter set
bare minerals 9 piece starter set
lush cola flavoured lip scrub
pair of jeggings
and a new canvas piece for my bedroom.
lovely! and i still have £50 cash and about £30 on gift vouchers to spend! i’m gonna get myself a new pair of converse and possibly a dress.
the fact that people give a shit about tom daley’s sexuality speaks volumes.
some of the stuff i’ve heard people say makes me embarrassed for them and ashamed that i live in a society were calling people homophobic names is considered a normal reaction and acceptable.
a man just told the world something extremely personal and it has turned its back on him. they didn’t hate him when he was winning medals in the olympics. they didn’t hate him when he was considered the pride of Britain.
who cares if someone is gay or straight or trans, man or woman? who actually gives a shit? the content of someone’s character should be the thing you care about!
"I must have books everywhere. They are the soul of a room - they reveal the taste, the interests and the secrets of whoever lives there."
i will never get tired of this album
The first time I went training with Chris, it was in Ken’s house in England. Behind the house he had a shed and there were a bunch of logs that he was chopping for the firewood… x
'I couldn't walk for about a week afterwards'
…The hills are alive with the sound of headdesking.