Lalionne

I'm a 20 year old Scottish, vertically challenged, freckly from head to toe, Guinness drinking, football watching, dress making, glitter loving, cooks to relax, tumblr time wasting, customer servicing, student with a cat who has the tendency to be slightly dramatic. I don't want to compare myself to marmite, I hate the stuff, but you'll either like me or not, I'll struggle to give a flying fuck either way.

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 http://theunnam3df33ling.blogspot.co.uk/2010/02/what-is-this-tingling-sensation-in-my.html 

Can’t believe this is really a thing and I’m not a weirdo like I thought. Other people get it too! Actually so relieved. I’ve tried explaining this to someone once and was too scared to ever again in case I was mental! Some youtube videos make my skin on the back of my heaad and scalp go nutso, I always wondered whether it was something to do with noise but it happened the other day when I could hear someone outside brushing in the garden repeatedly and other things like this in the past. Can’t believe this, so happy.

This makes me so damn sad, RIP Mrs Landingham.
fuckyeahscrubs:

Kathryn Joosten dies at 72
:’(
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This makes me so damn sad, RIP Mrs Landingham.

fuckyeahscrubs:

Kathryn Joosten dies at 72

:’(

morbidlyfabulous:

This! The BF and I can be miserable sods when apart.

morbidlyfabulous:

This! The BF and I can be miserable sods when apart.

Think I wore all of these as a child! View high resolution

Think I wore all of these as a child!

(Source: ilovethe80sand90s, via herekitty)

My Gran passed away last night from the same illness that claimed her three brothers. Don’t know what else to say except I never got to say goodbye, but I wouldn’t have known how to either. She hasn’t known who I am for a long time now. She used to knit me my ballet cardigans. I don’t know why I keep thinking about that but all I can see right now is her bag of knitting next to her chair and being measured for my cardigans. I’m so sorry I never really said goodbye.

Gotta love it when you find a bargain dress for a tenner and you get to the till and it’s actually only 3 quid. I love sale rails. Far too much.

Some people are so awkward and put on such a pretense when you talk to them it actually makes my teeth hurt. Seriously. I can’t even. With these people. It just. Argh.

I can’t understand how you can spend so much of your day not being yourself but putting on a show, how are you not so freaking tired? I mean there’s a point where you must think, if I have to act differently around these people so they think a certain way about me and believe these ideas and presentations of myself I want them to believe, then perhaps you’ve misjudged WHAT ACTUALLY MATTERS IN LIFE.

Good lord, just, no I still can’t even. Argh.

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