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ERMAHGERD!!!

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random edit: 11+12/?

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I grinned like an idiot watching this...so cute :)

Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot- doot doot doot- dooooo

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In the hall of the mountain king

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Check out this super hot mega star. :)

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I find apologising for not having cleaned is easier than cleaning

Sarah Millican  (via badgerless)

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They said she had ballooned… I repeat ballooned to a size 12. I’d give my right arm to be a size 12. In fact my right arm might be a size 12.

Sarah Millican (via allthingsgreatandglorious)

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Loads of friends and family had texted the expected “You were robbed”, which I wasn’t but they’re my friends and family so they’re supposed to think that. Then I went onto Twitter and it was like a pin to my excitable red balloon. Literally thousands of messages from people criticising my appearance. I was fat and ugly as per usual. My dress (the one that caused ooohs in a department store fitting room?) was destroyed by the masses. I looked like a nana, my dress was disgusting, was it made out of curtains, why was I wearing black shoes with it. I cried. I cried in the car.

And that wasn’t the end. The next day, I was in newspapers pilloried for what I was wearing. I was discussed and pulled apart on Lorraine.

I’m sorry. I thought I had been invited to such an illustrious event because I am good at my job. Putting clothes on is such a small part of my day. They may as well have been criticising me for brushing my teeth differently to them.

Yes, there were lovely messages from my fans between the hate but the hate was dominant and made me upset at first and then furious. Why does it matter so much what I was wearing? Why did no one ask my husband where he got his suit from? I felt wonderful in that dress. And surely that’s all that counts. I made a decision the following day that should I ever be invited to attend the Baftas again, I will wear the same dress. To make the point that it doesn’t matter what I wear; that’s not what I’m being judged on. With the added fun of answering the red-carpet question, “Where did you get your dress?” with “Oh, it’s just last year’s, pet”. “My husband wasn’t asked who he was wearing, which disappointed him. Mainly because he was dying to tell ANYONE he was wearing an Asda Tux.” All Hail Sarah Millican.

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(via https://soundcloud.com/rinsefm/amane-jamie-isaac-for-even-my-mother?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=tumblr)

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A little late night art, learning to draw again :) starting with the face! Lips are difficult!!

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No No No! 🙀 Don’t take your hands. I feel so comfy. 💕🐊

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awwww.....

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a year later. i’m feel better nowadays :)

When fear is the only thing that motivates you to work, quit it, it ain’t worth it. No job is more worthy than your health, stress is a killer. there’s something about stress that numbs everything else, it wakes you up one morning with a void that nothing can seem to fill, no amount of coffee,…

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bored

Reblog if you are

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Saw this dog for adoption, he’s obviously been practicing for visitors