Bittersweet Magic
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Defo doing this in pink’s
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I cannot wait for the rest of my life
Writing a list of things I’m planning to buy after I finish exams and start creating things, so I won’t forget…
- Tub of glitter
- Butterflies
- More white feathers
- Plain white canvases
- Urban Decay Eye Primer
- Water colour paints
- New sketch pad
- Shelf for my room
- Bedside lamp
- MAC Highlighter
- Glass frame for butterfly
- Graphite
- Makeup brush cleaner
- BH neutral eyeshadow palette
- Pretty photo frames
- Pretty mirror
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I’ve decided to have another look at tumblr. I haven’t been on in around a year and even then I haven’t really been into it like I used to, not sure if I even want to get back into it but just giving it a try. Almost finished my final exams as a Makeup Artist, hoping getting back on this will give me some inspiration & also give me some inspiration towards summer crafts etc, for my room mostly. I haven’t even drawn in ages. My creativity levels vanish when I know I have college work to do, but that’s nearly over, so my artisticness may flower about soon again :)
liars
i hate liars, i think lying boys aren’t even half as bad as lying friends because that way you don’t even have to deal with them, lying friends are the worst. especially when they haven’t done anything particularly bad to you, but you know that they enjoy the whole lying process and you can’t stand it. i just can’t wait to catch them out, again
actually, what’s really bad is when they don’t even know how you feel about them, and you’re stuck pretending to be nice, yes, that’s what’s shit being stuck.
i’d much prefer a lying boy to being stuck any day, boys you can kick.
i was so drunk last night, but i don’t know if i’m happy with it. i never get too drunk, in fact i wasn’t even that drunk last night. but i just started to cry, then when my boyfriend & i went home i just kept crying, about my disgusting looks & body, i wasn’t even that drunk. feeling i need councelling or something
but so happy i’m finished school forever :) before the crying commenced i was having a pretty good night celebrating with my friends

i literally cannot study, it’s merely impossible. i haven’t been going to school in the past 2 weeks cause i’ve been “studying” instead, but i actually can’t. i have a timetable for each day, that i stretch… a lot. each day i don’t start til 11ish, get like a 3 hour lunch and finish at 4 for the entire day. i actually believed myself when i said that i’d get more done at home than in school, but i’m actually on the verge of regret now.
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