starredthoughts

So in my youth, I was a bit of a Jack Davenport junkie.

Since I saw PotC: DMC I was in love with the man.

I convinced my mum to buy me Coupling, which said right on the cover “A sitcom all about sex” when I was in middles school, because he was in it.

That voice, and he was so posh I just wanted to explode.

But after PotC: AWE, he kind of fell out of my life. BUT NOT MY HEART.

So 8 years later (holy shit) I’m watching Kingsman in the theaters with my sisters.

And this came up

I FUCKING LOST IT. AS MUCH AS A REPRESSED WHITE GIRL COULD

I fell forward in my seat and I was like “HOLY SHIT THAT’S HIM.”

I didn’t catch him in the first scene because it was dark and I was like “oooh Colin Firth”

BUT THIS. I was like “THIS IS GONNA BE A QUALITY FILM.”

MMMMhMmgmmmgasdjglkj yiss.

AND THEN THIS.

WELL THAT WAS SHORT LIVED, WANNIT.

Long story short: you never forget your first.

"Thank you Lord for your faithfulness and strength!"

Says the woman who cheated on my uncle for a year before he found out and filed for divorce. If I had any less self control I’d reply with “two things He apparently didn’t pass on to you.” Unfriend.

It’s circumstances like these that bring me to not believe in love. I realize that it is work, but it seems like no one is willing to make the effort. Life is easier without all that messiness. Hard to be such a cynic when I’m only 21. I yearn for that connection that I don’t believe in.

Deep down honest goals for the next year
  • Save more money
  • Be a healthier person physically
  • Work more to sort through my emotional problems
  • Become a better student
  • Have better sex
  • Be happier with my life and where I’m going with it