you left for london when you were nineteen

Christmas jumper, on.
Santa hat, bought.

Heinz tomato soup to see off the chill, before tonights last pre-christmas raz before I head home for the holidays. So perfect. (sorry for the hideous photo but it made me laugh) x


you and me in a photo booth, 10

Hey kids heyyyy

How are we all?
Remember when I promised to blog regularly? Yeh about that. Hah :) Follow me on twitter (@lizzies_face) cos you can't keep me off that. especially when I'm meant to be essay writing...

No excuses. Other than I'm coming to the end of my first semester as a second year student, how time flyyyyys eh? So just finishing off deadlines in the next few weeks and then I can go home! So much fun stuff is gonna kick off this christmas, I'm buzzing. This semester has been really fun too actually, might whack some photos up here when I have a second.

Our student house is decked out in twinkly lights. Can't stop listening to the albums of Florence Welch & Nicola Roberts.


"And here you come, with a cup of tea
Wreathed in steam.
The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it." 
from Kindness by Sylvia Plath