Having English breakfast at 4am because I’m a rebel at heart.
If you look closely you’ll see that this is actually a gif.
Filmed something the other day, but I doubt it’ll ever make it to Vimeo because I’m really struggling with editing and colour correction. Anyway, here is a screenshot.
Staying at a friend’s and being given what is basically a tea towel to dry myself - not ideal. It didn’t even cover my bum…
My rapist face. It basically says “You don’t know it yet but we’re getting married.”
Looking at some friends’ holiday photos on Facebook. Seeing them in bikinis is making me feel very good about myself (not that I don’t feel good about my body as it is). But it probably also makes me a bitch.
Miss my dip dyed hair so much…
It appears that the universe just doesn’t want me to party tonight. So gutted…
Just got back from a jog. Can feel sweat dripping down my back. Win!
Rough mornings, fun nights.