Winter at Diagon Alley
is michael cera even a real person?
"The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind."
Menorah’s are actually one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen in my life.
But having dozens of them lit up in one room by one huge community was absolutely magical!
Happy Chanukkah! <3
I currently live in a six bedroom house with four boys (it’s hard to label them men when they’re so childish) and another lady, Danielle.
Well, soon it’s just me and four boys, cause Dan’s going to North Wales for a while with uni… I genuinely don’t think I will survive those three months being the only girl in the household and come out sane.
I’m now working 7 days a week, and in between 3 jobs I must fit in 400 voluntary hours with the youth service in order to complete practical assesments….I currently have no patience, little time with my boyfriend (or my favourite nephew come to think of it) and little social time on my hands. I can genuinely say that the hardest year of my life is this one.
In all honesty… this year’s been insane. My parents are now officially split up, and me, my sister and my mother are trying to deal with the aftermath of the hurricane that is Ellis. Getting my life into some sense of normality had been hard. My upbringing wasn’t easy. Being mentally and emotionally, and in the last 3 years physically domestically abused for the whole 20 years of my life has indefinitely damaged me somewhat, especially when the person who is executing these actions is a man who is meant to be protecting you. I guess this is why I get hurt so badly sometimes… Maybe it’ll always be that way (but fingers crossed it isn’t)
Finding a sense of normal is hard.