I wonder what it feels like to be skinny, and thin, and wake up in the morning in nothing but a t-shirt, undies, messy hair, that ‘just woke up look’ and still have someone think I’m hot, to have guys look at me, to have guys want to be my boyfriend, to have girls be jealous of my body, to feel my hipbones and collarbones, to feel confident in a bikini, to sit down and not feel fat everywhere, to not rub out the thighs in my jeans, to need a smaller size in the store, I wonder what its like to look in the mirror and like what I see, and not want to break the mirror. Pretty much, I just want to be beautiful. I could go on forever..
this. :\
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i hate to be depressive..
but honestly, I can not stop wanting to get out of england!
and no matter how much people say it would just be the same anywhere else in the world..
I cant help but think the sound of peoples moaning, police sirens and loud music would just sound better if I just wasn’t in England.
Who knows.
“VHS Memories”
A generation of memories, recorded on magnetic tape
Good moments to savour, and bad ones to escape.
Static-y audio and dull palettes that bled,
All fading away on a format that’s dead.Your life painstakingly recorded so you can remember it always,
On cheap tape that rots on a shelf, and no longer plays.
Temporary technology meant the recordings don’t last
So all of our VHS memories have been left in the past.As more times passes, your youth becomes harder to recall
And now there’s no proof you had a childhood at all.
Guy in Birmingham town centre was amazing. Wish I could draw that good.
:)
