The art of partying.

We used to be so close. Like brother and sister. You fucked that up didn’t you. 

I feel 16 years old all over again.

The amount of girls on here who post these crazy inspirational posts, who come across as intelligent, get a million reblogs and likes and are seen as goddesses amongst mortals. Yet nearly every single one has only achieved that through being moderately attractive (sometimes) and getting there boobs half out. So fake. 

But what makes me laugh is the people that elevate them to this status, idolising the skanks. ‘Oh you’re so beautiful.’ ‘Oh you’re so clever.’ Bullshit.

Half of you are too scared to even leave the house and your life revolves around a computer. Clicking post post post reblog post post reblog.

In no way shape or form am I perfect, I’m completely aware of this. I’m certainly not gods gift to women. But at least i’ve gone out and done something with my life that doesn’t involve buying a tonne of bleach and a fancy camera.

/Rant.

Also I’m completely aware that i’m either going to get raped about this post or its going to be seen by nobody.

Every so often I come onto Tumblr and get on a bit of a rhythm of looking at hot girls with tattoos. And then I spend the next hour looking without realising the time that’s gone by. 

Next Saturday we’re playing at 12:45 though on an all dayer. Every intention of playing drunk!

The person I was closest to throughout growing up is now someone I wish i’d never even met in the first place.

It just feels like the last 6 years were all one big lie.