
because I don’t like being told hurtful things by cowards.
Yeah it sucks to be called ugly, but it’s more infuriating to know that the person doing so can’t even drum up the balls to do so openly.
I get I’m not gorgeous - dealt with that aspect of my life for 20 years, thanks; but y’know I could be doing a lot worse. I’m happy and I have a lovely boyfriend and friends who are really the only opinion I care about. Honestly, I don’t really care about being everyone’s ideal and I bet now the anon option is gone I’ll go back to an empty inbox.
Really, we’ve left high school now so it gets a little immature when your idea of passing judgment is the equivalent of writing insults on the bathroom stalls.
Good thing I’m not dating you, things would get awkward reaaally quickly

This reminds me of you, Jacqui!
A single tear for my Icelandic lady
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I feel a bit 50s housewife today. Chain store is selling amazing peter pan collar sleeveless dresses - bought a black one and a navy polka dot one. Next is maroon polka dot. Forever rocking the Edelweiss patterned bandanna I bought in Salzburg.

My photo, ‘Thing Fields’, taken at Þingvellir National Park, Iceland, is Yen Magazine’s Photo of the Day !!!

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So in other news; Ricky and I have moved in together. It’s sweet. Also I’ve decided once I have a little more money I’m going to start cross-stitching designs, because that would also be sweet.

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Finally dyeing my hair again after two or so months of travelling. My regrowth was horrific - in case you didn’t already know my natural hair colour is a very mousy blonde; not a good combination when growing out seeing as it makes you look like you have bald patches when you put your hair up.