Beer and pizza for the girl who finished 7000 words of essays today. More beer and swedgers tomorrow for the girl who finishes her dissertation prospectus. LOOOOOOOVE me some swedgers.
General call for people to stop using the word ‘discourse’ when they actually mean ‘conversation’.
I absolutely bloody love my mum. Shouts to Mags Ballarini, the best women in the whole entire world.
My look today was ‘that girl crying in the library’.
I’m on top of my uni work for the first time in 4 years and it’s making me panic. Why am I not stressing to fuck right now? Why are things under control? This has never happened to me. Am I a grown up now?