robin is also very ginger

robin, six months

Robin’s half a year old, and I honestly can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like. She’s discovering a whole great big planet of new things, of endless possibilities, and she seems to do so with that smile on her face. She’s beginning to learn about food, about the great joys of Sweet Potato, and the apparent ‘ack’ of Tuna. She likes mash, she likes fruit, and she likes being fed precisely three-and-a-half-hours later. She’s intrigued by everything, and admittedly half the intrigue involves checking how things taste, but we’re working on that. She’s honestly a beautiful little critter, and I’m so excited to see her get older, get smarter, get her own dreams. Every day is still an adventure to her, and that’s exciting. I just hope I get to be a part of it - no matter how small. 


Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own. 

there’s a blog post to be written about this wedding soon. i just need to find the time. 

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Make me choose between two things

marystwart asked: paul wesley or blake lively

daniels-gillies and leoaldez asked: blake lively or beyonce.




When people fish for compliments
Vine by: Logan Paul

this deserves an oscar

I don’t usually burst out laughing, but

Pentatonix in Dublin - Sunday 18th May

I’m a little behind on blogging (woops!), and this one isn’t actually even a wedding blog. This is a ‘holy-shit-I-took-a-flight-to-Ireland-to-see-an-(amazing)-acapella-group-with-my-friends' blog. Also arguably titled 'more-money-than-sense’, but that’s my old man speaking. So, last Sunday I was up at the ungodly hour of five in the morning to go to Leeds-Bradford Airport, to catch a RyanAir flight (I also like to live dangerously) to Dublin. I flew over with Jess and Arran, and reminded myself that being in a plane is a very awesome thing. 

Brief interlude to discuss the fact Jess chose the worst people to fly with. I spent the time in the airport humming Natural Disaster, Arran chose to suggest that the plane was about to do a barrel roll (then later a swan dive) while we were in the air, and we both generally made the worst possible comments. Sorry, love! 

We landed by… let’s say… nine? Nine in the morning. On a Sunday. In Dublin. As if I ever see nine in a morning in Leeds. We were all tired, and to make things better, a great deal of places were closed. (Dublin. Religion. Sunday. Boo.) However, we found this great little bagel place that was about halfway between the venue and our hotel, and so we elected to go for breakfast. A fine choice, if I do say so myself. 

The other thing we hadn’t exactly taken into account was the fact that none of us had signal. Or, we did, but it was costly, without 3G, and honestly, all we wanted was internet access. The bagel place was pretty fantastic (Bagel Bar, I believe) because it provided us with free WiFi. Straight up, no lie, we might have planned our various destinations by the likelihood of free WiFi. Mainly shopping centers. Don’t judge, man. Don’t judge. 

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Various bits of Sophia Bush talking about women empowerment:

When we’re young, we grow up with the Disney princess who gets rescued by the prince. We grow up being told, “You’re gonna go through shit and then you’re gonna meet a guy. He’s gonna break your heart and it’ll happen again. And finally you’ll find the right guy and everything will be amazing.” and that’s not the truth. And you’re not gonna find the guy or girl that’s gonna love you forever because your beautiful. That’s boring." - Sophia Bush



You let me in then shut me out..