Why Be A Star, When You Can Be A Supernova?

I have such a spontaneous attitude it's ridiculous. This week I decided completely out of the blue that I'm going to get a rabbit. Now I have a rabbit. I have no idea what to do with it at all. It's great in the aspect that it's potty trained and it came with really cute little outfits. However there's the slight issue that since it got here my eyes haven't stopped burning and I can't stop sneezing. Yes I'm allergic to rabbits but it's so fluffy and cute I actually can't bring myself to accept this fact :(

The last few days in Manchester have been very intense and emotional. 22 innocent people lost their lives after a monster targeted a childrens concert and let a bomb off when people were leaving. Everyone in the city has been effected, however Manchester has pulled through as one. We are not a community that lets hate tear us a part. NO. We are Manchester a city, a family, a hive. Being born and bred here is something that has helped me grow as a person who is free to express myself how I choose. With culture, music and art at the centre of every road. I am proud to live here and the people in this beautiful city coming together as one. With people offering their homes, taxi drivers giving free lifts, the incredible emergency services and hospitals, shop owners giving free food, tattoo artists raising money for the victims, make up artists giving free makeovers to nurses and doctors and trust me the list goes on. Where else in the world would you see a whole city stop still to hold each other up? We are MANCHESTER and we will never stop buzzing 🐝🐝🐝

I woke up today in manchester, and something was not quite right, the rain was no longer pouring the sun shone unusually bright. You see here in Manchester, Our strength wont go away. What was our darkest night, Formed our brightest day. The bees are buzzing here in manchester, Working all as one, Together a city united, Our fear all but gone. Together here in Manchester, Jews, Buddhists and Sikhs, Muslims, Athiests, christians, Offering help in these coming weeks. You see here in Manchester, Black, White, blue or red, It matters not In Manchester, Its what is in your heart and head. The sun shines bright In manchester, The people we mourn are here, They will live on in our hearts and minds, In our memories they will stay clear. Twenty two lost in Manchester, Over one hundred injured too, But even people who were not there, Are amongst the injured few, When Manchester is targeted, We all share the pain, And its those tears we shed together, That makes that Manchester rain.

When are we going to realise we can do whatever we want?

You don’t have nights like that, with a person like him and forget about it. Not ever. Not even in 60 years from now, when your hair is graying and although your eyesight is beginning to fail, you can still see him perfectly. And you might not be able to remember what you had for breakfast, but you can still recall the waves crashing and leaning into him begging whatever God there was to defy time. And In a way he did. Because every memory is etched into the back of your mind and now you aren’t so sure if it was a gift or a curse.

I need someone 
who knows how to stay
because I’m sick of temporary people
I need someone 
who tells me the truth
because I’m sick of lies and sweet words