I love old photographs; something about them is just so lovely. This is my grandma when she was about twenty; she's the spitting image of my mum.

I'm now done being upset about this; there's no point - it's not going to change anything right now. This time next year, all these things will be sorted out and I'll just be pissed off with myself for giving them so much of my time, just like I am now about all the stupid things I spent the whole of this year worrying about. They get in the way of seeing what is good.

I've been waking up mega early this week, so I have time to do fun things like post blogs in the morning :)