“And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last to cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I’ve served ye well.”
"I’ve worn kilts before," Sam confessed…with pride. "I thoroughly enjoy it. When I do have to put trousers on now, I sort of refuse and stomp my feet because riding a horse in a kilt is very liberating, very freeing actually. And very comfortable. Also, should you ever need to do a nature relief, go to the restroom behind a tree, it’s very quick, it’s very easy. I recommend it for everyone." (x)
A tribute to My Mad Fat Diary. It finished off my summer with joy and heart-wrenching break-ness. Words don’t work for me either so painting will have to do. I hope this expresses how I feel towards the show, its characters and the actors too (but lets keep pretending they don’t exist).
Acrylic on Catridge
There’s no problem with making mixes for a girl. I’m somebody who is as inspired by music as much as the next person. I’ve always played and loved all kinds of music. Sharing something like a mix tape is really sweet. It’s a little piece of your heart at that moment. It’s like saying, “Here’s what I’ve been feeling recently.” Mixes are what you’re all about in that moment.