(Source: goldenstories)
This. I must rant:
Six years ago, before everything started, I was a brilliant kid. I would draw, write, play the piano and everything came from the inside, nobody taught me (my parents were against it) and it made me happy. Slowly, depression sneaked in, and I started losing my talent, the very little I had. Before that I would pass all my tests without even looking at the testbook. Now I can’t concentrate and I fail practically everything, I can’t play more than 5 minutes straight the piano and my creativity is absolutely gone, which has left me with nothing, because art was all I had. I sleep way too much and wake up tired. So I went from a kid who shined and was admired to someone who is constantly disappointing people, because they expect me to be as good as I was before, and I aren’t anymore.
I can’t. I can’t study, I can’t rest, I can’t create. Literally, a part of me is dead, and I can’t help it. It makes me so sad.
(Source: lnsanely)
Got an interview for a bar job with free training on Tuesday. Apparently it’s my dazzling personality they’re looking for, not my experience. Wish me luck.
A woman sits atop a pile of rubble and has a cup of tea after a German Luftwaffe strike during the Blitz. London, England. 1941.
i remember when france gave the uk one point last year
and then graham norton said:
we built a tunnel to your country
