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Hi there :D My name is Erin, I'm eighteen and I come from Northern Ireland. I study German and History of Art at the University of Edinburgh in bonnie Scotland :) I am single and I love languages, travelling, feminism, skiing, Paolo Nutini, Johnny Depp, Germany and art. :D Send me a wee message cause I love talking to new and old friends :) I hope you like my blog :D Read the Printed Word!

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(via peekaboosh)

So I’m going to Edinburgh University in like a week and I could poo myself.

I spent a week on holiday with my friends and it was really fun.

Got a new computer and I’m pretty sure I got a virus on it in like ten minutes.

And a guy told me he loved me and I freaked out because it’s like no I’m used to people not giving a shit please don’t give a shit.

And that’s my life.

"When she leaves you will find yourself laying in bed one night, unable to sleep so you flip over your pillow to find a long strand of hair. The only girl who’s ever been in your bed was her, and it belongs to her. Your heart will feel heavy and your bones begin to break one by one when you look at it but you just keep it there and turn the pillow over again. It’s better to have the tiniest piece of her existence near you instead of nothing at all. When she leaves she will take the flowers she planted deep in your soul, and nothing will be left but dead leaves, I guess it’s better than nothing at all. When she leaves you won’t even be able to look at your bare skin without picturing her’s against it, you won’t be able to feel anything softer than her lips when they met yours. When she leaves you’ll find her remnants washed up in your room like worms on a sidewalk after it rains. You’ll stumble across bobby pins, and scrunchies, how could someone have so many god damn bobby pins? When she leaves your favorite sweater will smell like her, and you won’t be able to picture anything but how she looked when she was curled up in your arms every winter evening. When she leaves you’ll think that love is not real, it can’t be real, because the girl you planned forever with just left you in the dark. She was your one and only light in a world of dull black, but she’s gone now. Ever since she left, you feel gone now, too."

i.c. // when she leaves (via delicatepoetry)

(via realityflux)


columbus college of art & design/columbus, ohio

columbus college of art & design/columbus, ohio

(Source: dormdesign, via realityflux)

millenniumfalconteahouse:

timelady-of-221b:

joeeatspeople:

yesidolikecoatsbigtime:

Types of people who romanticize small town life:

  1. People who didn’t grow up in small towns

#THE LOCALS AREN’T QUIRKY#THEY’RE RACIST

#THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
#EVERYONE’S ON DRUGS

#WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE GANGSTERS YOU ARE WHITE AND THERE ARE COWS OUTSIDE

(Source: queencitysavior, via casbuttiel)