I DO WHAT I WANT
AND YOU DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD
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my mum does this thing where she comes into my room and stares around for 10 seconds then…
mum: why are there clothes on the floor
mum: why is there a cup there
mum: and a bowl
mum: 2 CUPS AND A BOWL
mum: i dont want you to eat in your room any more
mum: is that dirty washing
mum: THROW YOUR RUBBISH IN THE BIN
mum: i just ironed those and you’ve thrown them on the floor
mum: why have your done your makeup like that you look half-dead
mum: have you done any coursework today
mum: did you brush your teeth
mum: are you going to have a shower before you go to bed
mum: did you do anything at all today
mum: why didn’t you get dressed
mum: oh so you did get dressed and you’re just sitting in bed in your clothes that i ironed this morning
mum: when i was your age i did my own ironing
mum: why are you so lazy
me: did you come in here for anything in particular or
mum: WHY ARE YOU IN SUCH A BAD MOOD? WHAT DID I DO? DON’T SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT

SETTING SOMETHING STRAIGHT
this is what i look like. i don’t photoshop myself to look thinner. i don’t even have photoshop. i’m not “at least 2 sizes bigger” than i appear on photos. i’m not “bad at disguising” my “real figure” using photoshop - i just DON’T USE IT. anons need to deal with it or leave me the fuck alone.

fuckin cold as fuck here at the moment , so it’s time for the puffa jacket to emerge
IT’S ETERNALLY STYLISH
WE CAN WORK IT OUT by STEVIE WONDER (BEATLES COVER)
this is ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE
things that happened today:
- a man was decapitated, set on fire and dumped just down the road from where i go to college, quite close to where i work. his head was nearby.
I WANT YOU BACK by JACKSON 5
does it get any better than this, really

last night i made gifs instead of art
i am clearly very similar to kate middleton i don’t see why you even asked me this
firstly, if you’re a size 6 it’s pretty much IMPOSSIBLE for you to have “thunder thighs”, even if you mistakenly think you do.
secondly, i don’t plan on doing anything to make my legs thinner, because i am lazy and i don’t think the pleasure in having thin legs would outweigh the misery of obtaining them.

new look for lb
ok now i have wasted an hour of my precious time on the internet i’m going to go and do art
a conversation that i had with myself this morning:
“you know, grace, you really ought to do more work. you’re two grades beneath your target in art, and you KNOW you’re capable of doing it, you’re just a lazy little motherfucker. this shit is serious. it’s your motherfucking a levels you stupid bastard, and your deadline is in 6 days. what the shit do you think you’re going to do if LIPA reject you and then next year you need higher grades to go to uni, or do ANYTHING? you’re going to feel like a dumbass fucking prick if you wind up with a B in art at the end of 2 years of misery at that college you went to so you could get a good education and some decent fucking qualifications. the first B you ever get in your life and it’s one of your fucking qualifications. this isn’t a fucking joke, grace. you’re the fucking stupidest little bitch i ever met in my whole life.”
what am i doing now? fucking procrastinating. honestly i am a complete fucking idiot.

today has been LONG
got a new velvet dress for £2 off ebay, it’s a bit baggy tho