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lol I love when men try to deny studies that show that men do less housework and childcare than their female partners by any means possible, from “men go to work! Should we come back from work to cool and clean?!” (because apparently it’s the 50s and women don’t have jobs) to “men’s jobs are harder! Women work in air conditioned offices sitting at a desk while men are breaking their backs in factories!” just admit that like 90% of you are lazy fuckers who have grown up expecting women to do all your domestic chores and child rearing for you.

Even more annoying are all the woman who rush to men’s defence like “MY husband pulls his weight around the house! He always puts his dirty dishes in the sink for me to clean instead of leaving them on the table and once he wiped his piss droplets off the toilet seat!! I didn’t even have to ask!”

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When someone tells you they have fallen in love and you understand but it hurts because its not you.

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When someone tells you they have fallen in love and you understand but it hurts because its not you.

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Kisses

One night you told me a secret. That a few years ago we were playing hide and seek and you two girls were hiding while I was seeking and she kissed you. I found you two and she was angry even though I never knew until this night and that you did nothing and were shocked. But you never told either. She left and has a girlfriend now, happier now.

I guess now whenever us three mess around and you stop and say something like “maybe we should kiss” and we laugh like its a joke that it isn’t. One night I’m going to ask you if you mean it. 

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Friends

I’m good at making friends. I have a heap of close friends. Never one best friend. Each person is special to me in one way, there’s a reason, trust me, something I see about you that made me decide that we should hang out. Or maybe you are the one who decided on me and made sure I saw you properly.

If I’m with friends I’m in numbers. My oldest three, my tenative two-and-one, my happy two, my tense two, my risky four, my two-and-me-left or my hundreds when we are all crazy and young, united.

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All I want is a love where if me and my partner were faced with a gun we would end up bickering over who got to take the bullet for cool romance points.

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Something lighter:

On one certain fateful day a week a chip van pulls into our village, and parks outside our school. Naturally our school of fun and cheer has banned any contact with hot, greasy fast food. (except when they try cook it themselves)

Only the oldest students are allowed to go. Since maturity equals chippy rights, I guess.

So me and my friends procured our own tame sixth former, one day while walking back from the shop, smelling that glorious British chippy smell we noticed a guy from our school on the other side of the street.

Bribing him and taking advantage of his dopiness we sent him to use his age and wisdom to get us the forbidden fruits. In the meantime we hung around on the street corner, clearly up to no good and flinching as a teacher walked past, nothing to see here sir, honest.

We saw him walking towards us, hurried around the corner and did a mafioso exchange, before finding a hiding hole to relish in both food and rebellion.

We did this every week, getting smoother, same guy, same time, but the demands of life meant that towards the end only me and my best friend were left. She hated him. A lot. I always thought she was putting up with him for chips. 

We never got caught and I don’t plan on getting caught. A piece of life advice: You’re only in trouble if you get caught.

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On Secrets:

If you tell me something it stops with me. I never kiss and tell. However dark, however life-changing. I will lie, avoid and defend, but never tell.

Sometimes what I’m told gets too big. I never play with lives for instance. The same as I would never share and destroy them. 

And I never tell my own.

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First things first:

A few small, fun, things for the reader to know, so you understand who I am, and a little bit of my life. Not such fun reading but essential before we get to the good bit. Well if there are any, you will have to persevere.

1 As I write this, I am a sixteen year old girl, average naturally bit with my own specialties that make me worth knowing. 

2 I live in the UK, but my family move a lot where I am now is pretty decent but I don’t like it because...........

3 The most logical choice for my parents was to find a nice, local(ish) to some family , boarding school so I could do all my exams and school life, ect, ect in a stable place. Whenever I’m there I miss home, when I’m home I miss my friends. Still, I’m pretty lucky to go there, and I appreciate the chance I have.

4 If I’m asked about my hobbies I would say sleeping. Pressed I would give the whole reading, writing, playing guitar, listening to music speech. In truth I just like hanging around in my room with friends and talking, real conversation is something I love, come talk to me about life the universe and waffles anytime. When we’re bored of that we go get in trouble, I mean,whats life without a dozen anecdotes of almost getting caught throwing water balloons shaped like penises out of the window?

5 At the moment I’m a little lonely, feeling a little sucky. 

6 However I’m also the happiest and having a great time and living life with the most banter, the most fun, the most adventure.

7 I haven’t decided on a lot of things. I’m a bit confused in where life is going to take me, but I think everyone is at this age. I’d know this because I am the advice giver in my social circles. The more troubles I see my friends having the less I want to bother them with, so this is probably a part of that. I just wanted to write it down. Reference back to 4, I like writing a lot. So I think this is a good thing for me, just going to get it all down.

There done. That’s me in the simplest form I can think of. Honestly you don’t have to know me or understand me. I just want to type into this little patch of internet and see what happens. Sorry I lied about this being small and fun. I will try to keep this as accurate as possible, straight from me.

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A general hello to whoever may be reading this:

I’m not sure if this is going to be a blog yet or just another collection of random rebloggings that any Tumblr I create inevitably turns into.

For now I have a few ideas but I wasn’t sure, do people still write full blogs on here? Is there anyone out there who will see this who maybe has a blog? I defiantly want to write one, even if no one ever sees this, even if I’m not quite sure why I want to... So I have given it a pretentious name, typed this before I can back out and lets just see where this goes.

I guess I’m supposed to say something along the lines of “come follow me on my journey”, but no. This is mainly for me to write with the invitation for you to glance at and think what you will, whatever this turns out to be.

So hello reader, it’s me