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I don’t remember the first story I heard about Nessie.  She’s always been there, swimming in my imagination.  When I was a little girl, I knew telling people that what I wanted to be was the woman who proved the existence of Nessie would be a silly goal for a silly girl, so I lied and told them I wanted to be a missionary teacher in Scotland.  But I knew.  I would get to Scotland for one reason only.  To make the world see her in all her glory.  

I am the only one with red hair in my family.  This made me identify with my 1/8th Scottish heritage most.  Nessie was a weirdo noone believed in, just like me.  I would make them believe.

I just needed the excuse.  I couldn’t just plan a trip to meet her.  So when I had one, I ran with it.  Saved for a year, denying myself a day off for over 4 months before I took flight. 

I was doing it.  I got my lifelong dream.  I met Nessie.  Nessie and I smoked a bowl on the banks of the loch.  The smile on my face was contagious. The castle I climbed, every stone knew her.  

I spent the day with Nessie, and it was one of the best days of my life.  It was worth every denial, every panic attack, every tear.  

We’re old friends, and I’ll be going back to say hi again.  I’m going to visit her cousins around the globe and share her regards.  Our friendship is only beginning, and I still plan to prove her to the world.

The thing is though, I’m not a misfit anymore.  I am loved in my life, and I feel that every day.  I took the trip by myself but never felt lonely.  I felt all the imaginations of my friends pulling me along on my trip, knowing their wishes for me was what made this happen.  I am so grateful because I know I am loved. 

Thanks, babe. You’re the best.

Reblog3 months ago with 4 notes

distraction:

brass-kicker:

OH MY GOD.

how’d they get away with this

housewifeswag:

my life is complete

endemictoearth:

old-lady-at-heart:

stillmadstillfatbuthappy:

greenangelheart:

mymadfatdiary:

BREAKING NEWS!

My Mad Fat Diary Series 2 will start on E4 - Mon, Feb 17!

'EXCITED' DOESN'T COVER IT

Somebody hold me.  At work.  Going to burst at my desk.  Not pretty.

I don’t know how I’m going to concentrate on work today after that news. It’s about damn time.

All attempts at work have gone flying out the window.  I’m too jazzed about this news to concentrate!

Alllllllllriiiiiiiiiiight!!!

gertrudefrankenstein:

bardincognito:

andothercuriosities:

How does it feel to be Alan Thicke and have both your tv show son and your real life son turn out to be enormous shitheads?

#i bet it feels like failure

I bet it’s growing to feel pretty painful.

Reblog7 months ago with 230 notes

wordsanddiscords:

counterpurrs:

whatwouldthordo:

tatted-soldier:

BMO stares death in the face

I CAN NEVER GET OVER HOW FUCKING METAL THIS IS

IF YOU COULD TATTOO GIFS, I WOULD TATTOO THIS ENTIRELY ON MY BACK

HOW is this even remotely metal????

one sec guys, i need to rip my vital organs out of my back and die for a second. cross your fingers i just happen to land on my replacement organs and keep on living

hepaotus:

scientist really need to figure out the technology behind the whole drift thing so that we can see Daft Punk piloting a Jaeger

Reblog7 months ago with 83 notes