January 2011
Liz Lemoning.
So today I asked a dude about a booty call text he sent me the other night. I never, ever, confront people about these texts; I usually just sweep them under the rug and then get used and abused and spat out when the “girl of their dreams” comes along.
“But oh Hannah, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you,” these guys say, as they retreat without any sign of a...
Rumours.
Fuck. For me, being a person who lays pretty much her whole life story on the table, I get a fair share of rumours about me being plucked from out of nowhere.
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I can't sleep.
I think I’m finally coming down from the high that was Friday night.
Now I feel rancid, like I’m ready to yell at randoms or something.
TAKE ME BACK TO CRYSTAL CASTLES.
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I’ve been getting an awful lot of spambots liking or reblogging my posts. If you see anyone here making crazy ass notes, DO NOT FOLLOW. I’m in Melbourne and the iPhone app won’t let me block or report them.
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*person doesn't text you back*
vivalafashiion:
*but you see them tweet/facebook/post on tumblr*
