Every exit is an entrance to somewhere else

Jen, 19, Graphic and Communication Design at Leeds Uni.
Twitter and Facebook are too public, this is just a space.
''We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress than a memory of the smell of smoke and a presumption that, once, our eyes watered'' - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

Last night was one of the most intense nights out I’ve ever had, crazy stuff going down!

Do you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? Makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other people’s lives have we been in? Were we a part of someone’s life when their dreams came true? Or were we there when their dreams died? Did we keep trying to get in as is if we were somehow destined to be there? Or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think. You could be a big part of someone else’s life and not even know it.

—Lucas Scott  (via xzxcuzx-me)

(via i-bring-it-at)

Every single time I go home I am treated as if i am the failure and I cannot deal with it, when I go out and I tell people what degree i’m doing and they still treat me as if I’m a failure then that is it… Too far.

Just getting agg because I hadn’t heard from my boyfriend all day then he calls and 10 minutes later goes ‘oh yeah well it’s my friend’s birthday so I have to go’. So I’m like okay fair enough then later text him and say how’s your night and his reply is ‘cool it’s so much fun’. I may be being paranoid but wtf it’s your girlfriend’s birthday… Where are your priorities?!

Well this is shanterous

Mike fixed my laptop

Took it apart, restored it all blahblahblah, it has literally never worked better. Love having a tecchy flatmate