Is Drew a gender neutral name? I met this guy and his name is Drew and in my mind I stay calling him Drew Berrymore. I can't think of any other Drew.
It’s short for Andrew a lot of the time 😘
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Why does the past hurt so much
So that the future is gorgeous in comparison ❤️
If you could change your career, which would you choose?
I was literally thinking today that I’d have loved to have been a vet. It was one of those ideas that was always at the back of my mind but never with enough oomph to change my whole lifestyle to get the grades necessary/pathway necessary. Funny how it works out 😂
So I take it from ig that you're breeding peacocks? (a) How posh is that? 😂 (b) They're damned noisy, aren't you going to regret that? (c) I approve regardless 😊
I ammmm, they’re my babies! They’re just starting to turn green so I’m very excited 😂 I’ve got two so far, they’re called Tarragon and Sage!
Noise-wise, I’m not too stressed. They’ve got the farm to explore so they’ll have a lot of acreage to cover and trees to play in 😂 Anytime you’re in the area and feel like saying hi, just holla!
Noise-wise, I’m not too stressed. They’ve got the farm to explore so they’ll have a lot of acreage to cover and trees to play in 😂 Anytime you’re in the area and feel like saying hi, just holla!
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You're my lover, not my rival 😘
You’re my dinner.
Do you think there is a difference between being a kid at heart and being childish?
I can only assume that one of these understands what “brat energy” means.
Are you brat green or just green with envy? 💚💚💚
Ahhh yes no I no longer understand this generation
Do you like the darker evenings?
NOPE. I recognise their right to exist, but I want my dreamy summer evenings back STAT. I can’t possibly commit all of the far rituals I need to if I finish work at 7pm and it’s dark at 8pm.
Why is the air so crisp
They deep fry it before they release it. Baked air is much softer.
Space ☁️🍂
By the time he left, I hated myself in pieces. I could itemise it – I hated my hair, it was flat. I hated my legs, they were a funny shape. My nose too large, boobs too small, laugh too discordant, hands too dry, mind too scattered. I was unconfident, I was obnoxiously overconfident. I was self-aware, I overthought. By the time he left, you could take all of the pieces of me and hold them in your hands. They didn’t shimmer, not anymore. All of the slices of the girl that was – they glinted dully if they caught the light right, but you wouldn’t see them if you walked into the room.
But time passed, as time is wont to do. Time passed and the all of those pieces sat there, and sometimes the shadow they cast looked suspiciously like the girl from before. The one who danced for the love of dancing, ate for the love of flavour, kissed for the love of love. Time passed, and there were people. They didn’t mind that the pieces were all sharp edges, dull edges, dead eyes. There were friends, “dinner?”, new neighbours. Each smile, each outstretched hand, each wonderful summer’s moment. They didn’t just cut through the thicket, they set it ablaze and dared it to try again.
By the time he tried to come back, I loved myself in pieces. I could itemise it – I loved my laugh, loved my grin, loved my flip-flop tanlines and unseemly hair. By the time he tried to come back, he couldn’t scale the walls of the castle he’d crumbled.
But time passed, as time is wont to do. Time passed and the all of those pieces sat there, and sometimes the shadow they cast looked suspiciously like the girl from before. The one who danced for the love of dancing, ate for the love of flavour, kissed for the love of love. Time passed, and there were people. They didn’t mind that the pieces were all sharp edges, dull edges, dead eyes. There were friends, “dinner?”, new neighbours. Each smile, each outstretched hand, each wonderful summer’s moment. They didn’t just cut through the thicket, they set it ablaze and dared it to try again.
By the time he tried to come back, I loved myself in pieces. I could itemise it – I loved my laugh, loved my grin, loved my flip-flop tanlines and unseemly hair. By the time he tried to come back, he couldn’t scale the walls of the castle he’d crumbled.
Is there a reason why you don't drive?
I've already put 10,000 miles on my poor car this year. I would LOVE not to drive so much, haha.