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If I could do it all over again

Perhaps a little too late to be saying this now that I’m starting to prepare for my final exams and that graduation is just a few months away, but if I could do it all over again with what I know now, I wouldn’t have gone into law. I would have done something related to business, finance and economics - or IBFE as my university so calls it - and then head for the banking sector.

Sometimes I wish I hadn’t grown up with such a one-track mind. 

This. Dunked in hot milk. Right now. What a #cheatholiday it’s been, but good break away from uni tbh.

This. Dunked in hot milk. Right now. What a #cheatholiday it’s been, but good break away from uni tbh.

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When you fall so deeply in love with a place, when it becomes part of you, you know how that feels? The little things nondescript things around, the grocery shops, the buses, the kebab stalls, the library, the gym, I’ll miss it all. Very very much.

If I’ve been through that, I can get through this. 

Slowly and quietly you crept into my world and my heart. Then without warning, you walked away. No goodbyes no nothing, you broke my heart. I know it’s over now, but I don’t know how to let you go. 

Z.

Had I known who exactly you were, or what exactly you were made of, I would have never let you in. Your ambitions whilst admirable intimidate me, and now I know I’ll never be anything more than a number. 

Now,

Unless you fancy drama and/or the consequent inconvenience of having to dodge that, do not under any circumstances get with your personal trainer, the guy who works at the local grocery right by yours, or the bartender at your favourite club. 

But if you have no intention to hang around, then fuck that and get it ticked off the bucket list.

But but, word of caution: who knows if you might end up staying…

Right, that is all. Essay time. 

I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.

Robin Williams (via disappolnted)

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The weekend getaway to Belfast was so good. I didn’t do anything touristy save for the visit to St George’s market where I gorged myself silly with a full Irish and Spanish crepe, but it was for once so good to get away from Manc. I tend to miss Manc whenever I’m away, but this time round I needed the breather so bad. Hitting the library every single day is literally driving me insane and depressed, and because everyone’s too busy these days, the gym is my only mental liberation. Or maybe it’s just the obsessed freak that I am, wanting to spend every single moment doing something productive.

I’m not sure what next year holds for me, but I don’t think I’m done with life in Manchester.

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.

John GreenLooking for Alaska (via dissapolnted)

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I could give you everything you want. But if I’m not what you want, then stop wasting my time. 

I could give you everything you want. But if I’m not what you want, then stop wasting my time. 

(via sexual-passion)