Coffee and an Anne Boleyn documentary.
Perfect.
Just an average 21 year old girl.
Australia.
In love with one.
In hate with many.
Constantly in a state of confusion.
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Coffee and an Anne Boleyn documentary.
Perfect.
Today, I’m feeling pretty.
if you ever think a date to a bookstore would be boring there’s this game you can play where you go to the romance novel section and the both of you pick out a book and flip to a random page. and you skim the pages and read the dirtiest part outloud. whoever has the nastiest scene gets a point and you just keep going until you feel like stopping it’s really quite entertaining
oH MY GOD
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A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.
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The grandfather, Ted, has been slowly succumbing to Dementia.
Lately, I have been watching the show with Mum and yeah, its been emotional.
They have handled the topic very well and very realistically.
We have been tearing up hardcore, laughing at ourselves as we come to tears over remembering my Nana during her years of Alzheimers. It was awful, watching her disappear into herself.
Sadly, it runs in my family.
My great-Nana had it.
My Nana had it.
My Nana’s sister now has it.
I am constantly worried, waiting for the day when my Aunties and even my Mother succumb to the illness.
Eventually, unless the ‘cures’ become readily available, one day it will be me too.
This is my greatest fear.
