A rubbishy phone photo of the Creme Egg brownies that I made yesterday.
Gooey goodness.

A rubbishy phone photo of the Creme Egg brownies that I made yesterday.

Gooey goodness.

So I guess I just spent an hour with someone I hadn’t seen in nearly twelve years.

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"I think we still live in a culture that assumes that men are single by choice and women are single because no one wants them."

Sara Eckel, This is Why You’re Still Single (It’s Not Why You Think)  (via aprettypastiche)

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When I was little, my dad owned a Carbeth Hut (google them). He used to take my sister and I on walks from Milngavie to Carbeth. I remember being so intrigued by these rickety pine structures, many of them built in the thirties, with smoke billowing from their chimneys.

It was nearly always raining on our trips there. My favourite red wellies would often be covered in mud but you would be surprised how easily a trip to The Cartbeth Inn for some hot vegetable soup washed down with a glass of Irn Bru can cure an 8 year old’s sorrows.

One of my earliest memories is of the overnight stay that we spent in ‘The Hut’.  I couldn’t have been any older than five years old (making my sister around three and a half) and unlike our other visits, it was a swelteringly warm summer evening. I remember my sister and I sharing a bath in the outdoor water tank (redneck style). We bedded down in the shabby pine bunk-beds and fell straight into a deep slumber after a long day’s adventuring.

I remember waking up during the night and seeing my dad sitting on the door step, smoking a cigarette. He made me some milky tea to drink and showed me the stars. He explained that you could see far more stars when you weren’t in the city and pointed out constellations here and there. I’ll never forget seeing my first shooting star fall behind the trees.

"I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it."

Winona Ryder (via fuckinq)

(Source: everyday-islike-sunday, via infinite--mattering)

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Always.
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alexa is unreal

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So I guess my shitty week improved somewhat after yesterday.
I got a new phone (meaning I can plan things and contact people), I treated myself to some new things for my holiday and some beautiful every day things too.
As for the above, I just couldn’t resist it. I know that I’m trying to dress more like a grown up and everything, but how could I not buy a t-shirt that references one of my all-time favourite movies?
Last night was also splendid. Unexpected treats, wine and Buffy galore.
Thank goodness.

So I guess my shitty week improved somewhat after yesterday.

I got a new phone (meaning I can plan things and contact people), I treated myself to some new things for my holiday and some beautiful every day things too.

As for the above, I just couldn’t resist it. I know that I’m trying to dress more like a grown up and everything, but how could I not buy a t-shirt that references one of my all-time favourite movies?

Last night was also splendid. Unexpected treats, wine and Buffy galore.

Thank goodness.

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The fact that Sir Patrick Stewart and Sir Ian Mckellen are best friends in real life makes me so happy

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"Stewart"… "McKellen"…

Both Scottish, and mutants. Humanity is doomed.

Cuties

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