The futile outweighs the beautiful.

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Bethany. 21. Glasgow, Scotland.
Dogs are definitely my favourite thing in the world. My only dream is to one day call somewhere in Canada my home. Really good stationary gets me hot.
Come have a chat.

Today was such a lovely day. I got to hang out with Hope. We went to People’s Palace which was wonderful, I really love telling people/showing people stuff about Glasgow and I got to make fun of my lady because there’s a fountain out front with the British colonies on it, and Australia’s animal is a fucking ram, lame. We consumed way too much coffee too and got a bit too excited about life. Then we met Craig and went to The Lighthouse for all of 15 minutes before it closed for the evening, poo. I do adore them both, and they’re so great at cheering me up and putting up with my complete nonsense.

I had a shaky night, was intending on going out to Cathouse with Hope (entirely sober, of course, but I felt like socialising) which didn’t happen because I had a really bad anxiety rush and couldn’t function and nearly did a sick and had a cry and was a twat. So I came home and now I’m fine. I just need to slow down again and not even attempt club/pub/uncomfortable for me situations. Let’s make plans to do things that are lovely and fun and interesting and relaxed and alcohol-free. I would appreciate that very much. Some of you are so cool and I want to befriend you and braid your hair and take you for ice poles and stuff.

I also don’t know why I ramble on here about all this shit/my life so much. I guess I just want to get it out somewhere. Sorry. I’ll start making some stories up so I’m saying something interesting/entertaining.

I get to see Hope today, and that is all that matters right now. So excited.

I’m currently chatting to one of my best friends, and he’s a very attractive guy. Everyone I know fancies/has fancied him and he knows this (because I tell him, ego boost and all that) and I do have to agree, he’s great and extremely pretty.

But he likes cats.

I understand the attraction and how wonderful he is in most ways - but he LIKES cats. Really likes cats. And doesn’t feel the same about dogs. Sigh. All attraction reduced to zero in my books. 

Just did a wee cry because I’m having to miss Handguns tonight. Not even out of sadness, just out of sheer frustration. I need some lovely people to talk to/be around. 

It’s okay, I’ll see them on Sunday with Emma and we can happy cry and dance and it will be beautiful. 

There is no way to fully explain how his reaction to children makes me adore Jesse Lacey even more than I already do. Perfect.
thefluffingtonpost: Area Pups Look Up to Mom The Melberg triplets — Buster, Bugsy and Allen — are mama’s boys, and they’re okay with that. The three bulldog puppies like to let everyone know how much they look up to their mother. “She’s a superstar to them,” said Alexa Cho, who walks the family during the week. “Not just to them, really. She’s raising three boys on her own — that makes her a star in my book, too!” Via rafaelcrispim.

I know I say this every time I watch Harry Potter but Lockhart is such a fucking walloper. 

Bringing shame to the family name. I would’ve made a much better wizard.

It’s so warm but today is good even if I can’t venture outdoors.