Ruth. Sometimes Ruthy. Always Clumsy. 23. UK. Fangirl. Sarcastic. Book Worm. Procrastinator. Nerd. Painfully Shy. Insecure. Socially Awkward.
♥ Doctor Who. Merlin. Bradley James. Colin Morgan. Sherlock. Daria. The Ponds. Arthur Darvill. Karen Gillan. Patrick Wolf. Owls. Tea. To Kill A King.. Costa Coffee. Bastille. Gigs. Brogues. John Green. Arthurian Legend. Frank Turner. ♥
"These are just fleeting moments
Pick the ones you like and hold on"
why do bad things happen to good people?
(and why do good things happen to bad people?)
Finished my first year at university with a solid 2:1 (shame this year counts for nothing in the grand scale of my degree), but it hasn’t been easy. Not so much the work, but the personal side of things. The hospital stay, the doctors appointments, the cocktail of tablets; it is a surprise I made it out the other side. On the plus side, teaching children is definitely my calling and I’ve loved every minute of school placements. Bring on next year and age and subject specialisms. Now for a summer full of the one who has held my hand through it all before he relocates two hours away in September for his exciting new job.
I’m studying a degree in teaching, not creative writing, so why the fuck am I having to write a children’s story?
Bas Jan Ader (1971)
from the series Wall Piece with 200 Letters by Mikko Kuorinki
I’ve made myself what can only be called a nest in my bed and I’m huddled up under three blankets with a hot water bottle drinking hot chocolate because my room is so cold. I’m still ill after a week so I’m feeling sorry for myself and all I want is someone to come and spoon me please.