I was right all along, when you’re happy in your own skin, and you enjoy being single, someone brilliant will come along. I always thought having a boyfriend would feel like this massive deal, and my life would be instantly different but it’s not actually true, it feels right, and kinda normal in a really strange way. I met Peter 2 months ago, he is ambitious and driven, he’s stupidly smart, and always right about everything, he’s done an incredible amount for someone his age, and I really do think the world of him. He’s 6ft3 so I can wear my massive heels and he’ll still always be taller, its like dating a giant, he is literally twice my size. He isn’t controlling, or jealous, I still party in my tiny dresses and act stupid when I’m drunk, so life hasn’t really changed at all. I thought that having someone in my life would mean having to push others out of it, but it really doesn’t, I’m still putting my hoes first, and luckily I have a man who respects that I am an independent person and accepts that we both have our flaws and that’s fine.
I also have a new job at Orange Rooms, which I am loving, I’m seeing Watch the Throne in a week which is amazing, me and my work mates get drunk on a weekly basis now and its so fun to make new friends and banter round waitrose, and I have the best girlfriends ever. All in all a quick post to say its not all doom and gloom, i’m crazy happy and I feel bad for sharing it with twitter and not tumblr. Happy Rhianna is here, I love life.
P.S. If anyone who knows me in real life comments on what a soppy bitch I have become, I will beat you in the face with a rock. #stillfierce
drinks with beth tonight, and Reggie Yates tomorrow, hellls yeahh
why is life such bullshit
Download every Beyonce and Destiny’s Child song you can find,
put on a baggy tshirt and some sexy knickers.
and sing your heart out,
Not Joking.
yes! totally is true
(via gu-ts)
