I am such a lazy bum. But I like it.
Close your eyes sweetie
I am Naomi. I am as useful as a chocolate teapot. Probably nice to have around, but ultimately it doesn't do much.
You’ll never miss a thing
Watching over me
just watching from a balcony
in a place my eyes can’t see
Even if it doesn’t make sense
(via charlottemiriam)
Mmmmm Saturday morning content blog. I don’t usually condone lying in bed after I’ve woken up, but today I feel embracing the laze. This is the first day I have not woken up tired for weeks. I don’t understand, how no matter what hour I go to bed, getting up at 8 30 makes all the difference in the world to having to get up at 7…? Clearly I am not, not will ever be a morning person.
At least 37.5 hours a week makes you unbelievably grateful for the weekend, lie ins, and not having to pull on clothes-while brushing teeth-while putting mascara on-inevitably ending up in a horrible mascara/toothpaste related disaster. It happens. In the same way going away and living in a hovel made me sooo grateful for my house, privacy, light, warmth, working appliances…
Today I will do whatever I fancy :) Maybe go to the gym… This was a nice pointless time absorbing post, while I wait for the blood in my legs to make them do something…
Lots of love :)
Is happy! :) Just got a ping of happiness because I remembered tea is wonderful for keeping you full.
It is also Ferrriday :)
And Bank hollllliday :)
And I’ve finally booked a holllllliday to Spaaain with the other half :)
Tonight I’m taking myself shoooooopping.
Jeeze you’d think I was on happy pills or something
I’ll share the love, here, have a puppy in a pot.
Utterly perplexing; how you can be born tall and skinny, with a funny face, and people will pay to keep you in Manhatten, while you party, having photo’s taken of that funny face. While some of normal heights and normal faces sit in offices, emailing and filing. This brings me round to my Jack/Jill (Insert average names here) scenerio, why Jack gets a fiver, and Jill gets a punch in the mouth, I would love to know.
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
- Marilyn Monroe (Norma Jeane Baker; June 1, 1926 – August 5, 1962)
(via lauragracee)
Genuinely contemplating vegetarianism?
Day off wasste :| maybe no new car today, and as of 12 33, I’m still half in pjs. Sheeeat. And I don’t know what I did before I had a car, I could go to the shops and buy something useless! I’ve done my face nicely however!
Stop with all the tumblr hate/digs. Hate that is all hugely public, even if its a little dig, or a massive moan, text that person, keep it to yourself, say it when you next see them, you cannot have a private word with one person via tumblr. Just nah, it’s almost as bad as the open/public letters to Cheryl Cole from that airhostess, “I slept with your boyfriend, don’t go back to him”. Couldn’t you have send her a private letter, maybe spared some embarrassment? (Yes they want fame and money..) However there is dignity in silence, subtly and composure.
Laptop in the garden and London today (: Shoppy shoppy, day offie! And car coming tomorrow even though it’s not really a step up, just a side step keeping me on the road, calling him Clive the Cleo. Bubbles, I love you, and miss you. And maybe car spirits do exist and you will become Clive ♥
