happy birthday katy.


you will forever stay my number one crush (unless maddie creeps up on you that is..) and i love your posts to no end. you seem and are, extremely lovely and i wish you all the best for the next year. i hope you’ve had or are having an amazing day and have smiled and laughed and been happy!

(oh and guys, go follow her: kissyouintherainso)

i now have butterfly stitches in my chin from an up the stairs race gone wrong. lets just say, sarah and a flight of stairs will never be a good pair. it looks mighty fine and sadly i’m quite proud of it. when you’re as accident prone as i am, you learn to laugh instead of cry at your constant misfortune. (obviously, this ‘accident’ was not completely my own fault…)

in other news, it’s christmas soon and i’m not that excited as my brother isn’t home. i’m assuming (and hoping) that when he is i’ll be extremely excited. at school we’re preparing for our carol service which means i get more than enough time to skip classes for band/choir/other musical activity practise tomorrow. it’s always fun at school when it’s christmas because none of my teachers can really be bothered so we end up talking or watching a dvd.

unless it’s chemistry, then we just get free reign over the chemicals..

…just kidding, i’m just as accident prone in chemistry.

i don’t know how many times i’ve walked along this beach. it’s one of the best places in scotland. i just walk and walk and loose myself in the wind and the waves.

i don’t know how many times i’ve walked along this beach. it’s one of the best places in scotland. i just walk and walk and loose myself in the wind and the waves.

this is one of my favourite places to be. it’s my escape and it’s incredibly beautiful.

this is one of my favourite places to be. it’s my escape and it’s incredibly beautiful.

the north sea crashes through your dreams as i leave. (karaoke plays - maximo park)

the north sea crashes through your dreams as i leave. (karaoke plays - maximo park)

my friend just rang me three times or so.. from the paramore gig. it was amazing and that was only over the phone. the last song she rang me during was ‘misguided ghosts’. my, it was just beautiful. i can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like to be there.

so, thank you so much dan. it means so much that you thought to ring me and i hope you’re having an amazing time.

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there”

Bob Marley. (via quote-book)
this is one of the greatest albums i have ever heard. i adore maximo park and this album, well, it’s just incredible.
tracks you should listen to (if you have the time):
your urge, nosebleed and by the monument.
(all of the rest too, but i figured that’d just be idiotic to say that.)

this is one of the greatest albums i have ever heard. i adore maximo park and this album, well, it’s just incredible.

tracks you should listen to (if you have the time):

your urge, nosebleed and by the monument.

(all of the rest too, but i figured that’d just be idiotic to say that.)

i clean when i’m bored. right now i’m so bored that i’ve cleaned my desk twice and put my clothes back into colour order. i lead such a sad life sometimes but i’ve had the best time with both my dad and ben today so i am very happy.

i pick at the skin on the end of my fingers and the waves lash at my feet. my shoes are strewn where the pebbles and the sand clash and the water is soaks into my jeans. the view is worth the bitter cold.

you sit next to me. your cardigan is pulled round your thin frame and your teeth chatter quietly. you smile at me. your knees are against chest but your hand reaches out to mine. we touch.

we hold hands as the water surrounds our legs. somehow, i don’t seem to care about anything other than your fingers inbetween mine.