in two weeks i will be in brighton having a panic attack about everything i forgot to do for TGE
just found out i definitely can’t get sponsored to stay in the UK… this fucking sucks so bad.
First day back at work, 700+ unread emails & third announcement v soon… I just want to crawl under my desk, cry and listen to yuck.
I am really looking forward to the day when my brain decides where I should actually live cause fuck airports 4ever.
His cargo’s heavy, wings weak, flying unsteady
There’s oil slicks on the water already, debris confetti.
We’re nervous, nothing on the surface, ocean’s calm, they’re betting it’s not bombs, but it’s still so upsetting. Did it go down? The turbines go so loud, we open the news, but the truth won’t come out. We’re hoping now, but everybody’s joking now. The fuels run out, black box off, and pow.