Things I want to get this winter.

A Leather Jacket.

Preferably this one:

£150 from Topshop.

Fingerless gloves.
No idea why I don't own any yet, I've wanted some for YEARS.

Nose Ring.
As I plan to get my nose pierced within the next month.

Chunky Knitted Jumpers.
I've already got two. But I want more! I love them. :)

These Boots:

£40 from Dorothy Perkins.

And This Dress:

£40 from Dorothy Perkins.
Possibly to wear on New Years Eve..

Blue Hair Dye.

Books:

Breakfast At Tiffanys - Truman Capote

The Town and The City - Jack Kerouac

The Subterraneans - Jack Kerouac

The Dharma Bums - Jack Kerouac

The Intimate Adventures Of A London Call Girl - Belle De Jour

RIP

So I finally decided to cut out the hair braid I got done in Spain in July.

:(

I miss it already.

But I figured that it's definitely not summer anymore, and hair braids only really work in the summer, or when you're on holiday.

It feels and looks weird without it.. :/

Is it wrong that I kinda want to keep it?

I think I might put some blue streaks in my hair to replace it... :)

Happy Birthday Grandad.

I miss you more than words can express. You were my hero growing up. You’re the greatest person I have ever know. You meant the world to me.

I’m sorry I didn’t visit you on your birthday last year, I’m sorry I didn’t visit you much at all. I found your Alzheimers really hard to deal with, I hated seeing your eyes so blank when they used to have so much knowledge, humor, eccentricity, kindness, and love in them. And I hated it that you cried when I visited, when Mum would say something like ‘Hasn’t little baby Emily grown up nice?” and you would smile and nod and cry. I don’t know why, in the last few years you never recognized me, but you seemed to recognize my name. Which would then make me cry.

I can still smell your pipe tobacco, and I can still see you sat at your piano playing Dizzy Fingers, and I know that right now you’d be telling me off for crying and being so sentimental, and that I should be smiling on your birthday not crying.

I love you and I miss you.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Im Emily, im 20, i live in the north west of England, in the middle of nowhere, seriously, i’m stuck at home everyday pretty much, i cant even get a job until i can drive cause i cant get any where to find one. Hasn’t always been like this, i lived in London for about 6 months while i was a drama school, and i lived near Peterborough for 3 months when i was working at a animal refuge. And i spend as much time as i can visting friends at uni and family all over the UK.

Im desperate to travel, i just don’t have the money to do it right now.

Im unrealistic, shy, indecisive, immature, ambitious but unmotivated, insecure, too sensitive, rebellious, paranoid, guarded, secretive, pessimistic, and at times selfish and destructive.

i ♥ ; music, lyrics that mean something, going to gigs, good films, tim burton films, anything from the 60s, my dads record collection, vintage jewelry, marshmallows, blue nail polish, my camera, taking pictures, thursday nights out, jack daniels and coke, shopping, topshop, dorothy perkins, leggings, wrist tattoos, starbucks caramel hot chocolate with cream, costa’s vanilla lattes, toast, breakfast at tiffanys, Christina Ricci, reading, tea, my dog jumping on me when i stress as if shes trying to hug me :’), diet coke, bob dylan, strawberry yazoo, eyeliner, paris, sour oranges, people who make me laugh, daydreaming, my fake ugg boots, baking, listening to a great song over and over.