popsthechampion:

Awwww, don’t worry babes. You’re at the top of the list in my book.

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Now I’m not so sure I’m happy with that. But I’d never of put you down as the girl who writes in a book.

littlepollyolly:

If there’s one thing I missed about Bristol, it’s this shop. Best ice cream ever.

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You just gon’ stuff your face and not offer me some?

darnitdelaney:

Well, th-that jus’ can’t be righ’.

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What? You don’t believe me?

sienna-mclairx:

Why the police needed me to identify his body I’ll never know, they knew it was him, and me— I’m stuck with that image for the rest of my life, my dad cold, a corpse laying on a slab, always un-moving, un-breathing, and no blood pumping through his veins. I never thought I’d be burying my dad before I’m twenty. None of this, none of it’s okay. Why won’t it just stop? Why can’t I make any of it stop? 

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I didn’t know, Sienna. I’m sorry I didn’t stop by sooner, yeah, you know that I’d be the first one here. Try and forget about that image of him, that’s not good for anybody, remember him like he was before.. When your mum was around, the old Bristol days, Brandon Hill. You got hurt before, we were trying to get across the monkey bars at the park, the rust was almost like razor blades to my ‘ands.. anyway, I got half way over and knew I was going to fall, you grabbed my legs attempting to save me from the lava infested concrete, I fell on you and sprained your wrist. I chased your sobbing ass all the way home but when I got there you were already smiling with your da’.

That was a shit story, and I can’t make you smile in matter of seconds like he did. Fuck.

minsmcgayness:

The train smelled like piss— then I got off of it and realized it’s just Bristol’s natural musk. It’s fucking minging. 

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Thought I could still smell the linger on ya’.

missfrankyfitzgerald:

"Fucking hell.Some asshole just fucking hit me."image

And you are now the one who looks like an arsehole, on the ground like you’ve lost all sensation in your legs, get up.

naomi-taken-campbell:

-Where the f…? Where’s my wallet?!-

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I saw someone pick it up when you went to the pisser, how was I supposed to know it weren’t theirs?

popsthechampion:

I keep having dreams about Norman Reedus in my bed calling me his old lady. I think God is sending me a sign.

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I might have to invest in a leash and tie you to it Champs, loosing you to someone ancient enough to be your old man, put a right ol’ damper on my ego.

Are ya’ seriously not going to serve me? I’ve just proved to ya’ I’m eighteen and yet ya’ still won’t serve me— which is pretty fucking pathetic if you ask me. Don’t take ya’ bad day out on me. 

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Alright mate, I’ll take it from ‘ere.

If he thinks you’ve had enough then there’s nothing I an do but trust his judgement as for the law enforced age restriction you look highly.. or lowly below it.

darnitdelaney:

[looks down and around a bit] “Didn’t l-lose anythin’, did we?”

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{The glimpse of a passport laying on the concrete caught his eye, bending down he picked it up, holding it tightly in his grip, moving it closer to her but then eagerly changing his mind as he opened it up.}

'Ere, let me see that picture of yours.

darnitdelaney:

"S-Sorry! Didn’t mean t-t’bump int’ ya there! Wasn’t lookin’ where I was goin’."

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My fault, yeah.

katiefitchthebitchh:

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There’s only so many places one can go to be alone in this place, it’s repetitive and the people are too, sometimes you’ve just got to deal with it even when you are having a shitty day. If you’re so bothered I’ll allow a constant metre between us, but I can’t promise my arm with stretch that far to pass you the spliff.

bitchinbex:

Some arse spilled cherry slushie on my favorite army jacket. To mourn or avenge, only time will tell.

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Pretty sure you could’ve saved some of the ice, at least you wouldn’t of had a dry mouth.

Sometimes I forget how greasy some of this Bristol food can be.

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It’s pretty unappetizing 

I’ll tell you what’s not greasy, a good ol’ pint, can’t say the same for Keith’s hair I’m afraid.

missfrankyfitzgerald:

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You look more upset than my brother did this morning when he realised he was skipped out on whilst he was in the pisser.