33 years old and I still can’t boil an egg to how I want it

sitting in the pub with my friend and she’s doing a cross stitch. games gone

the fixtures are out and my new Tottenham shirts just arrived. poetic ✨

my alcoholic downstairs neighbour has horded himself out of his own flat so now he’s watching TV on his phone at volume 100 outside my bedroom window smoking while my windows are open

3.5 hours of bottomless brunch. what could go wrong 🥂

crying into my Pepe’s rice box while watching the spurs Winners documentary. what an evening 😍

bias? maybe. but we really did deserve that trophy ❤️

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haven’t watched Happy Gilmore in 2 weeks. poor from me

this is what the depths of hell must feel like

flying in 2 weeks & TikTok keeps showing me videos of plane crashes 😀

why did whoever invented sleeping bags make them so they never fit back in that little bag again ???

fucking hell. life really is so short 💔

Booking fee. Facility fee. Basket fee. Fee fi fo fum fee 🙃

having to scoop cat litter out of the toilet with a spoon is a new low for me x

you have a beautiful aura, taurus.

i hate it when clothes are “hand wash only” like no i’m not doing that 😩

actually no worse disappointment than when you view your “proof of delivery” photo and it’s not your house

the temptation to order an entire cinnamon social from ole + steen is so strong 😭

ordered it because i am fat pig with zero self control x