Sophie. 22. Single. South Yorkshire.
Metal/Deathcore. Cut up band tees. Tattoos. Piercings. Bass. Gigs. Festivals. Capturing moments. Shambles. Sailor Jerry. Review Writing. Art. Demoraliser. My Camera. Alexander McQueen. New people. Bury Tomorrow. Discovering new places. Ambition. Here Lies A Warning. My pooch. Lily. Beanbag of DOOM!
(yes that does seem rather generic but it’s what I love)
really nothing nicer than someone saying “saw this and thought of you”
Keep suddenly bursting into tears and it’s really doing my head in.
JUST STOP ALREADY!
Sick to death of being ill all the fucking time!
Feeling exhausted all the time is a killer.
Want a fucking break from the bull shit, it’s so difficult to put up with :(
i cuss so much that sometimes i forget it’s actually bad and not everyone is comfortable with it