When bored, I like to look through property websites & disable all the settings for what I’m looking for. Currently browsing houses selling for a million+ & disregarding a few because the gardens are less than three acres, the swimming pool is too small for that kind of money & the in-house cinema doesn’t have cup holders or pop corn dispensers (I mean come on now, you expect that to SELL?!)
Currently eating a can of tuna for lunch so you know, I’ll be able to afford the house reeeeally soon, right? Such fun!
The weather is beautiful & I’d love to do something to make the most of it but gosh darn am I bored of doing stuff by myself.
Anyways, I shall quit whining and go out for a walk or something.
+ since monitoring my food intake & trying to eat more healthily I seem to have lost around half a stone. Which is great except I have less energy than I did before so it’s back to the drawing board on that one. I definitely haven’t been drinking enough water so maybe that’s it?
+ the latest episode of MMFD hit extremely close to home. It was interesting watching it as a 25 year old and seeing how a lot of it mirrored things that I was, and still am, experiencing.
+ there’s a whole load of ‘fml’ going on with someone I like & I honestly have to laugh cause I just shoot myself in the foot every single time and also, men are so bloody clueless it’s almost amazing. Mind you, I am apparently one brick wall of closed off after another so there is that.
Anyway, exam time. Hope all are well!
[TW: Sexual Assault]
His lips crushed mine, stopping my protest. He kissed me angrily, roughly, his other hand gripping tight around the back of my neck, making escape impossible. I shoved against his chest with all my strength, but he didn’t even seem to notice. His mouth was soft, despite the anger, his lips molding to mine in a warm, unfamiliar way.
I grabbed at his face, trying to push it away, failing again. He seemed to notice this time, though, and it aggravated him. His lips forced mine open, and I could feel his hot breath in my mouth.
Acting on instinct, I let my hands drop to my side, and shut down. I opened my eyes and didn’t fight, didn’t feel… just waited for him to stop."
You know that way where you come home from a night out with your boyfriended friends & go online to see all your fiance’d friend’s statuses and are just like rolling around in your pants trying to figure out which end of the duvet to snuggle before you pass our?
That. Thank god for autocorrect.