yasminehannahforever asked: What happens if I reblog something? And why would I do it?
If you re-blog, the post goes onto your blog and there is evidence that you reblogged it. thats where the notes come from on the side of the posts. people either reblogging or liking the post (hit the heart)
you would do it because you like the post and you want other people who follow you to see it. or maybe you have some connection to it (for example a post about the artyness of your life and how you can ironically trace that back to your childhood) or if you just like something and want it on your blog so you can look over it in future and remember: “oh yeah, i remember when i liked that/ reblogged it- it’s really cool”
starlightinajar asked: Hello Sister, where did u get your amazing idea for the teacups? Hopefully Ill be o your kitchen shelf when you go?? :D x
Haha of course you’ll be on my shelf bells! I dont’t really know- just kinda happened while waiting to go to the Testa’s for dinner. I’m glad you like it! xx
Happy 18th Birthday Morgan. I wish I could have been there with you today/yesterday (whose time zone are we going by?) to celebrate your coming of age. I hope your party was rocking and you drank plenty.
I can’t wait to celebrate with you next year in Paris/ London. We’re going to have such a brilliant time. The picture below makes me laugh every time I look at it; one of many school discos we went to together. (I’m loving your sandals, you always were the stylish one hahaha) I think what mosts stands out about our friendship is it’s strength; I’m so grateful that we’ve kept in contact all these years, we’ve managed to grow up together even though we’ve lived on opposite sides of the earth for about 7 years now. You’ve been a constant in my life; our emails need to be published one day. And even though we live apart, our memories keep us close. (floating orbs, Charlies Angles, handball or Muffin Brake, anyone?) You’re my best friend Morgan, I miss you heaps.
I find it so difficult to wake up in the morning. It’s not that I’m a night owl; I always seem to be the first asleep out of my friends. I’m forever being told that I sleep too much. But I’ve never been a contemplator. I cannot and will not lie awake, staring at the walls sussing out my life. I’m a compartmentaliser. I section my life, silently order it; I prioritize my favourite people. Like you would order your teacups on a kitchen shelf. The cups that are the strongest, the ones with grooves and stains from frequent use, they’re the ones that you reach for without even thinking cause you know that those cups fill up to just the right amount. Those are the tea cups that know you the best. That’s why they sit at the front of the shelf, they’re warm cause they’re always fresh out the kitchen sink; you look after these vessels cause they look after you. I do worry about my teacups though. I forget that they have their own secret lives. And some of my favourite cups have been pushed to the back of the shelf lately; I’ve placed them behind some of the other cups cause they don’t work they way they used to, but that doesn’t mean that they’re not still just as important- things change and so do people teacups. I just hope that I can take all the best cups with me when I move, I’m hoping I can package them up and put them on a new shelf and turn to them just as often as I used to. The new shelf might be a bit crowded and I’ll have some rearranging to do, but I’ll make them fit cause I know that these teacups have lasted so long, they’re tough but so familiar and I couldn’t imagine a kitchen shelf without them.
