Writer baby, you could be the quote [Love, pt. 2]

[Shitpost – 4:30am]
They say the only people awake at this hour are the lonely and the loved, but I’m here because my caffeine buzz is wearing off and I wish I was in love. Right now I feel like I am, but with no one in particular, possibly someone who doesn’t exist, and it’s frustrating. Why am I talking about love so much? Everyone around me is getting into relationships, getting married, and, honestly, being single is getting boring real quick. But I also see people getting into the wrong relationships and just generally being unhappy; I’m tryna stress how important a foundation is. No more time wasting. I only want something if it’s real.

My state of mind right now is equivalent to being intoxicated in some way, so it’s about to get real raw and embarrassing. I feel high. I’m also listening to old J Cole and Miguel and I feel like aunt flo is about to visit, so my head is a real shitstorm right now. Soppy bitch mode currently turned on full blast.

The sun’s about to rise and I’m not tiptoeing around my thoughts; when everything is silent and still, we’re forced into introspection, we have to face everything about ourselves head on. It’s painful, it’s liberating, there’s something sublime about it. I’ve dashed anxiety out of the window, focused too much on being happy with myself and, in the process, forgot to really get back into my head. Not trying to fall back into bad habits, but here we are. I got me up all night, down and out with these love songs. Can’t lie, I missed this.
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6 ways to combat blogger’s block

Ahhh yes. Blogger’s block. It hits the best of us, it’s so frustrating, it’s the worst. It’s even worse when you have a post planned out and you’re like ‘nah. I can’t be bothered’. And into your drafts it goes. Along with the 200 other drafts.
The reason I can write this post is because I know exactly what to do, but my brain is just nope. So, I thought it best to publicise my solutions in the hope that other peoples brains aren’t broken and can actually follow this advice! Here we go.
Write a review
Easy. Probably the easiest type of post ever. Read a book, watch a movie, listen to an album, try a new product. And honestly, I don’t feel like you can ever have enough reviews. Except about makeup. We really don’t need that many reviews of the Naked palettes. Please, for the love of God, stop swatching every shade on your arm, I have seen this 40 times.
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The sun goes down (20/03/1976 – 20/07/2017)

Imagine.
Imagine I almost cried when I read Chester Bennington’s note to Chris Cornell after his death. Imagine I write a tribute to Chris Cornell on his birthday. And on that same goddamn day, Chester Bennington is found dead.
Chester fucking Bennington.
Honestly, I’m distraught. I wrote in the last post that Chris Cornell’s death was the only one to affect me. Well, girls and boys, make that one of TWO deaths to affect me.
Let me tell you that Linkin Park were a big part of my entire child/teenhood. My entire. Teenhood.
God.
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F1 Live

Brace yourselves, because you’re about to see a whole lot of photos from one of the best days ever.
As soon as I found out the event was going to take place on Wednesday, I cleared my schedule straight away (which consisted solely of getting hours of beauty sleep before graduation on Thursday) and got there for 12. I had some questions like: you’re graduating tomorrow, wyd???? True, I wasn’t prepared at all. But f1 comes first even if it means graduating with a spotty face and dark circles.
Lucky I did get there early, too. The crowds were minimal and I ended up getting a very, very good view of the ‘track’.  A few hours later and it was swarming.
Unfortunately, having a good view of the track meant I wasn’t close enough to see Nico (my favourite ever) close up on stage… or anyone else for that matter. But I saw them walk past on the road, and I could still see them on stage, so it’s alright. We had to pick: road or stage. I picked the road, because I went to see them drive more than I went to watch them talk. Obviously. (I admit, I was a little upset and not seeing Bastille close up.)
I’d still pick the smell of those cars any day. High octane fuel. Burning rubber. Mmm. Get in my lungs.
Anyway, after a long day, and going back to see the cars after the show, some pushing and shoving from people who were clearly not F1 fans, I got home late enough to frantically worry because I remembered GRADUATION!!! I had an amazing post-f1 glow, which was perfect for the high definition photos I’d be featured in on Thursday. Highlighting my ugly.
In other news, without discussing the absolutely mAD race today at Silverstone, who’s excited for Williams next month??? Because I am. I’m going to watch it alone. Twice. Or maybe thrice.
Notice how I didn’t talk about Lewis Hamilton because I didn’t want to see him anyway. I literally went for everyone else. I’ll talk about him later.
Enjoy.

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Reasons your twenties aren’t so bad

I mean, I’m not qualified enough to talk about what it’s like being in your twenties, as I’ve only just about existed for over two decades. Two whole decades. Wow.
But life doesn’t change that much between 21 and 25 right? [It does]. I’m not a teenager anymore and, though I still live with my parents and have yet to finish my degree and start adulting, I feel ready for adulthood. In my mind, I am a fully grown 27 year old woman. Where are my children.
Basically, your early 20s are great. Because you’re an adult [yeah, you still can’t sit with the adults when you’re 18], BUT you’re not adult enough to do the adult things required of a 25 year old. Like have a stable career and 65 children. You’re an adult but you’re still forgiven for being a child. Amazing. Let’s begin.  Read more

What I’m Reading [July]

I’m hoping there are other people like me, because I am an idiot. Throughout my first two years of university I, once an avid bookworm and arguable favourite of the English literature department at school, began to loathe reading. I even subscribed to TWO analysis websites [yes, I paid for them] just so I wouldn’t have to actually read the books and do any work. And then I realised that we actually had to do work in preparation for class, so I just didn’t turn up. What a role model I am.
Anyway, I’ve always been a stubborn mule and the summer holidays are proof of this, because I’m now currently reading four different books. Or I was at the time of writing this.
It’s like this: tell me to do it and I won’t. I’ll do it if and when I want. The books that I’m currently reading are WILDLY different to each other, and I like to do this so that I can move onto something different; when non-fiction gets too heavy I can move onto gothic to give me a drastically different setting, and then onto crime to bring me nicely back into the real world. Here’s what I’m reading.
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