Say what now?
Rebecca.
Third Year. English Literature. Leeds.
Loves; lyrics. Pretty words. Pretty pictures. Lists. Surprises. Flowers. Peach soothers. Friends. Sex and the city.
It's my last year at University this year, and coming with that is that feeling that something huge is going to happen after. Or it should at least. Well, I want to make it so.
When I'm grown up I want a room for my clothes, and a room for my books.
More often that not I post stuff I find all over the place, I try and give credits where I can. In most cases, click the image and it'll take you to the blog it came from where I couldn't find the exact post itself to reblog.
Third Year. English Literature. Leeds.
Loves; lyrics. Pretty words. Pretty pictures. Lists. Surprises. Flowers. Peach soothers. Friends. Sex and the city.
It's my last year at University this year, and coming with that is that feeling that something huge is going to happen after. Or it should at least. Well, I want to make it so.
When I'm grown up I want a room for my clothes, and a room for my books.
More often that not I post stuff I find all over the place, I try and give credits where I can. In most cases, click the image and it'll take you to the blog it came from where I couldn't find the exact post itself to reblog.
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