Your designer heart still beats with common blood.
I'm Amelia, from the countryside near Bristol. I live in London.
This isn't a serious blog. I post pictures of crows and stuff, and sometimes comment on my life.
Ross’ mum said I look like a witch.
Mission accomplished.
The best cure for a hangover is to go get drunk again.
I’m going out dressed sloppy. My ID and lipbalm are in my sock.
I also have to navigate public transport in Bristol for the first time in an age- wish me luck. :)
I made myself a huge flowery headband, and this is my room from when I was 15. I’m back in the mother’s household for the weekend. This place is like a time capsule.
Me suddenly not going out means gorm photos of my outfit.
I might set up a separate blog for this vanity shit.
