Bonnie

in another universe i am 12 years old reading fanfiction on an overheating laptop and it is the happiest i have ever been

i can’t tell if my cat has shat under the bed or if he just kinda smells like doodoo one of life’s great mysteries i guess

it’s just me and my three extremely dark and thick hairs that periodically grow on my chin against the world

i mean this from the bottom of my heart i don't think i'll ever find anything funnier than poot lovato

why are u crying there are trinkets and wares to be bought

i feel irritable and tired and hungry and just kind of gross in general anyway completely unrelated i checked my period app

this anakin guy is crashing out for real

i had a dream i was trying to get to hogwarts but i just ended up getting lost in the back alleys of glasgow

what are the qualifications to become the next pope because id like to put my hat in the ring

bingles and beef are the same age

I think maybe people who are like “you shouldn’t care what others think of your art, do it for yourself!” have never received a heartfelt message complimenting their work. Because ngl that’s a big reason I keep doing music & now writing. I’m not afraid to admit that I love attention and compliments🥰

genuinely in awe that someone would comment this on the fic im writing

sorry guys im not allowed to play outside today the local wizard cursed my bloodline

they should sell cigarettes one at a time

i love pottering about, meandering if you will

say what you want about thursdays but at least emmerdale is on for an hour

am i going to have to answer emails for the rest of my life when can i stop answering emails

worst part about buying a house is having to shake hands and make eye contact with estate agents when they’re showing you around houses

looked up the house my dad bought in 1971 for £9,000 it was sold again last year for £450,000

just lost out on buying my dream house because natwest deemed it unmortgageable because of the insulation used in the loft

i say cheap it was £8 and has a cork so it’s actually pretty fancy

it is saturday so you know what that means: cheap rose from Lidl time

i like to say that im a writer but really i just have a lot of playlists and half formed daydreams of scenes and a google doc full of gibberish that only sometimes makes sense to me

forever grateful that i never have to sit in a maths lesson ever again

an expert in romance and an amateur in love

dreaming is just your brain playing sims in your head while you sleep

canonically my dnd character has an intelligence of 18. in practice she (me) struggled to count to three when interacting with an npc

you’re telling me i have to pay the best part of ONE THOUSAND pounds if i want a new sofa or i could go on facebook marketplace and get one for £50

there is no reason for sofas to cost as much as they do

being so brave rn (drinking but no cigarette)