Anaemic girl seeks haemoglobin.

Ask me anything   Mish-mash of thoughts, mostly trivial, belonging to daydreamy twenty-something in love with Yorkshire.

twitter.com/MysticMegs:

    Feeling homesick this morning. It’s this little rascal’s fault. Love <3

    Feeling homesick this morning. It’s this little rascal’s fault. Love <3

    — 3 weeks ago

    confusedcatsagainstfeminism:

    Who needs feminism? Not these two!

    Confused Cats Against Feminism is a project of We Hunted the Mammoth:The New Misogyny, tracked and mocked. You should totally go there, like right now.

    — 1 month ago with 210 notes
    The streets of London today. #Gaza

    The streets of London today. #Gaza

    — 1 month ago with 40 notes
    #gaza 
    Pushchair.

    Pushchair.

    — 1 month ago
    So Latitude was a pretty lovely place to be this weekend.

    So Latitude was a pretty lovely place to be this weekend.

    — 1 month ago with 1 note
    In Joeyland, there&#8217;s nothing as funny as listening to recordings of yourself doing stand up so you can laugh at your own jokes.

    In Joeyland, there’s nothing as funny as listening to recordings of yourself doing stand up so you can laugh at your own jokes.

    — 1 month ago
    It&#8217;s this guy&#8217;s job to stand in a pond of cranberries and talk about Ocean Spray juice.

    It’s this guy’s job to stand in a pond of cranberries and talk about Ocean Spray juice.

    — 1 month ago
    Roses. As seen on TV.

    Roses. As seen on TV.

    — 1 month ago
    Underdressed for surprise summer rain. Oh England, you pesky thing.

    Underdressed for surprise summer rain. Oh England, you pesky thing.

    — 1 month ago
    Another glorious summer&#8217;s day. #Libertines #HydePark

    Another glorious summer’s day. #Libertines #HydePark

    — 1 month ago
    #hydepark  #libertines 
    Not a bad place to view the sunset. #ArcadeFire #HydePark

    Not a bad place to view the sunset. #ArcadeFire #HydePark

    — 1 month ago
    #hydepark  #arcadefire 
    Just arrived at a nearly empty Royal Albert Hall, no band on stage, and she&#8217;s crying already. Good luck to me spending an evening with this little ball of excitement. Massive thanks to Emily and Joey for making this happen.

    Just arrived at a nearly empty Royal Albert Hall, no band on stage, and she’s crying already. Good luck to me spending an evening with this little ball of excitement. Massive thanks to Emily and Joey for making this happen.

    — 2 months ago
    She likes&#8230; birds.

    She likes… birds.

    — 2 months ago
    Sun your body down, the party&#8217;s all around.

    Sun your body down, the party’s all around.

    — 2 months ago
    Twelve

    We rode the twelve
    like I always wanted to since
    you told me its merits
    in a tinder chat.

    Romance isn’t dead,
    I said to myself, as I
    pulled on my posh ballgown.
    Hair up fancy
    in a style vaguely similar
    to the girl in the YouTube tutorial.
    I’d made such an effort
    but I hoped you wouldn’t know.

    Took a bus into Peckham
    to bus back to town,
    but the 78 is no match
    for the 12.
    Like how I’m apparently
    no match for you.

    I was so nervous
    when I got to your bedroom
    in case you thought
    I looked a fool.
    You said that I
    looked gorgeous.
    I said
    you looked gorgeous too.
    And when you put
    that clip on instagram
    of me twirling
    silly and pretty all at once,
    I saw the love
    in the twinkle of
    your sparkling eyes, and I
    felt that you were truly
    the one.

    We walked along the road a little
    so you could smoke
    and take in the sights.
    Never has Peckham high street
    been so glamorous in all its life.
    Laughing together as I
    spilt budget cava on my dress
    for the sake of a toast.
    Never has romance meant so much
    as when you’re losing the one
    you love most.

    I thought that we were different.
    I thought we’d make it through.
    I didn’t think it would be
    our last ride on the 12
    after less than
    three months with you.
    I thought my clothes looked cute
    in the wardrobe next to yours.
    I thought our love
    was in its infancy but
    it seems we peaked to soon.

    I understand
    why you had to do it.
    It must have been because
    we’d reached our peak.
    Nothing in this world
    can top the 12
    so there’s no point trying to compete. That must be why you left me.
    Why you went home
    when we got off our bus.
    That must be why
    you said that this
    was the excruciating end of us.

    I can’t take any other explanation
    and align it with how I feel.
    I can’t believe that we’re
    bad for each other. Can’t believe
    that you’re gone for real.

    Can’t believe we’ll never
    get our chance to be
    the subject of a better poem.

    — 2 months ago with 3 notes
    #poem  #poetry  #icantwritepoetry  #worstpoemever  #breakup  #heartbreak  #peckham  #london  #relationship  #crying