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Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (to wear sunscreen)

Killed a bottle of red wine in memory of mamma. How long can I claim it's a memorial thing for?

I thought I was doing okay, then my rabbit pretended it was ill for a bit and everything snowballed from there. I am just so scared of losing something else that I love, I can't enjoy it while I have it. My Gran might actually be right, maybe bunnies are bad for me.

Anxiety has made me so exhausted I don't have energy to be anxious anymore.

#yay I guess

24ozsteak

me: i need to save money

me: (gets paycheck)

me:

#oh god it's payday next week

zebrafeets-art

Some butterfrees!

I am so totally behind on this thing…

It's so stupid the way my stress manifests itself - by making my stupidly anxious over my bunnies. I didn't know about this latest phantom illness until yesterday and now all of a sudden I'm staring at my bunny's face and convincing myself it's got a head tilt. Wish I could escape from my head from time to time.

Every time I remember that Mum is probably not going to come home ever again, my heart breaks a little more. At least we know that our real home is where the ones we love are, not four walls made of brick and cement.

A small thing that makes me happy...

When I go into my sitting room, I don't even need to speak any more, just wave at my rabbits and they are like "oh my god it's mummy" and throw themselves at the bars of their little hutch to say hi 😊

I had a dream. You were still ill, but surrounded by the ones you love. We were all doing a puzzle together, and you got to put in the last piece. The you got up and we got to have one last hug before you go. It's not going to be like that, but it's nice to dream.

alloverthegaf

It’s Murder time at college so everything’s chaos

alloverthegaf

A few people have been asking so let me explain

Murder’s a game my college does every year where everyone’s given a plastic knife with someone’s name on it. The knives are shoved under your door at midnight and for the next week you have to try and ‘kill’ the person on your knife. If you kill them, you get their knife and have to kill that person, and so on, until there is one lone survivor. You can’t kill someone in the dining hall or in their room, or if they’re naked. I’m pretty sure the prize is a bottle of vodka.

It gets super intense; some floors unscrew most of their lights to make it harder to find the right person, or keep the fire emergency doors closed with black garbage bags taped up so you can’t even see into the floor. Some people walk around in nothing but a towel so that if someone comes at them they can just drop it and be immune. People walk in groups. Everyone’s suspicious of everyone. Friends are no longer trusted. No one and nowhere is safe.

wrenkingtson

I was downtown tonight and I passed this group of big kinda scary looking guys and all I heard was “are you fucking kidding me? harry potter wouldn’t last 10 minutes in the hunger games.”