j-prouvaire:

having cuddles and pizza with jemima tonight. i’m completely beyond excited even though i’m actually just sat here dripping in my dressing gown.

and now you’re on my sofa with me and we’re watching jack

i just want to sleep and sleep and sleep. today i told my friend the truth about how i feel about what has been going on. she was really drunk and she cried. i didn’t. in fact, i barely felt anything. i told her that i’m sick of how she has been behaving, about how her boyfriend is not automatically invited to things, and that her priority is not the children of someone you’ve known for a just over a year. i just flat out said it (maybe using a few more words, but not many). 

ohprideaux replied to your post: ohprideaux replied to your post: AAAAAAAAAAALL THE…

it looks great on you! it goes with everything in your wardrobe. especially your duck onesie (i’m not even kidding, i do like it)

but darling, everything goes with a duck onesie. e v e r y t h i n g. also people say it’s disconcerting when i’m nice. i’m not sure if i should stop being nice, or be nice more so people get used to it? i don’t know

asker

ohprideaux asked: AAAAAAAAAAALL THE NICE THINGS come on, you know i love you to the moon and back (truth), would kill a kitten for you (debatable), would push killian into the road (outright lie), etc.

i do, i do, i love you best

nothing compares 2 u

i was torn between keeping this in my inbox forever, but i figured i should show other people that you can be nice~

ohprideaux:

missjemima

#matilda and jemima have a domestic

i think you mean we are domestic

(just come home then you silly tart and stop complaining about the lack of jemima in your life at least seven times a day i have to stop for a moment just to come to terms with the overwhelming yearning in my heart when i remember that you’re a million miles away so shut your stupid face)

oh my god you are so embarrassing. get a hold of your emotions, woman!

fuck off. no more nice things from me then.

j-prouvaire:

shut up jemima your face is stupid and i hate you!!! why are you not here to rub my feet and lie about my hair being pretty!!!! (sorry nikki)

#matilda and jemima have a domestic

i think you mean we are domestic

(just come home then you silly tart and stop complaining about the lack of jemima in your life at least seven times a day i have to stop for a moment just to come to terms with the overwhelming yearning in my heart when i remember that you’re a million miles away so shut your stupid face)

tl;dr actually, read. readreadread. i don’t care if i sound bratty, but is it too much to ask just to have some fucking manners and not throw a tantrum (several) on my birthday? or bring your fucking boyfriend over who - by now you must have some idea - i don’t really like? it was (is) my birthday. f u c k y o u.

happy birthday to me

happy birthday to me