Georgie / Deaks.
21.
bit of an idiot.
I am a journalism student living on the outskirts of London. I use Tumblr to post about things that I like and to make sense of life, so this could be pretty dull. soz.
C'est la vie.
My face is accurately portraying how I feel stuck in my room revising in this heat. Wahh.
(I actually pulled weirder faces, but didn’t want to inflict any of them upon the tumblr community.)
I mean, I tried to resist the temptation of the glowing warmth outside, but it was too much. I caved, put suncream on, grabbed some colourful pens, and ended up making about 10 pretty flashcards. But I also did a lot of reading and I think I now have contempt, libel, breach of confidence, and privacy lodged in my brain somewhere.
Why is revision so impossible when the weather is nice? I have good willpower, but as soon as I wake up to a bit of sunshine, my mood instantly improves and I want to go out and play and drink cider as soon as physically possible.
I know in the future, I’ll look back on this week and think “I’m glad I spent time with my friends in the sun”, but for now, it’s a slippery slope of anxiety until 11:30am next Monday when second year will officially be over.
This was a really fun photo shoot for Notion.
Summer Camp
13/100 - karen gillan
I can never get over how lovely her hair is and how I wish I had hair like that.
I couldn’t even tell you what the other nine things are, though. Attempting to write a list would be far too ambitious.
there’s really something quite lovely about them. They’re a bit like old vinyls; you’d only buy (or use) them if they’re special, possibly because they’re old and precious. I’ve had this disposable camera going from December last year until April and I finally got it developed yesterday. It was worth the development fee just to flick through the photos and be reminded of what exactly I thought was worth using it for at the time (as I’d forgotten nearly every occasion).
Next year, I will be living with friends that I will actually be able to hang out with. Like, watch TV with them while we drink beer and stuff. Is that too idealistic…?
For now, I’m happy on my own; nibbling pistachios, getting a bit tipsy, and talking to myself (a bit). All I need is a cat, preferably Jen, who will sit with me while I read The Indy.
cute.
The Maccabees - Young Lions
