avssiesivan:
you know those cripplingly humiliating stories from your childhood you retell because enough time has passed that you can look back and laugh? turns out i’m still adding to the collection at the ripe age of twenty-four and i’ve just about had it. feel especially bad for my mum who was probably under the impression that her son, with time, would learn to act his age. to keep this storytime brief, i was all-about screeching along to eye of the tiger this morning after i had a wash, decided to try out that bottle cap challenge that’s all the rage during the climax of the song, and end up – not only decorating my kitchen wall with half a bottle of gatorade – hitting my foot against the leg of a stool, and pelting to the floor just as my mum was coming back from the market. luckily, my towel stayed intact, but i can’t say the same about my pride. what possessed me to think i had the athleticism and flexibility to pull it off – i have no idea. needless to say, i spent the rest of the day icing my ankle and repairing this self-esteem. am i the only one out here still embarrassing themselves around loved ones or is there a club i can join? i’m troye, by the way! for those who don’t know me. hope the new year’s treating you all a little more kindly. have anything fun to look forward to on the horizon? still a bit bruise-y, but i’m all ears. // @hfrpstarters
ouch, mate I’m sorry that happened to you. hope your ankle is doing better now. I think there is a club that you can join, if not you can definitely join mine. It’s nice to meet you, Troye. I’m Thomas. Well I suppose I am getting ready for my best mate’s wedding that is coming up then going back to london to work on other things. mine’s kind of boring to be honest.
