Fleetwood Mac Rhiannon
Fleetwood Mac



Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn’t you love to love her?

rhiiyounit11 :) 💙

Personal Indirect Message.

Going to post this here as this is probably the only place I can’t block you from seeing…

Grow the fuck up!! Writing stupid Facebook statuses about me cause you think I’ve been sat outside your house for 2 hours in another lads car?? Fucking ridiculous! If you seriously think I’m stupid enough to sit outside your house at like 2am when I was up at 6:30am to get ready and go collect my nephew for a day at the beach then you’re a fucking retard!! Move the fuck on!! I certainly have!! People are fed up of your constant and desperate bid for attention by wingeing and moaning over fuck all. Nothing I do revolves around you at all anymore!! You’re no longer a part of my life. But you constantly writing shit isn’t going to make it easy for me and the people I’m trying to move on with! I have new friends and new people to talk to.. I’m in no fucking rush to talk to you again so wouldn’t dare waste my time sitting outside your house at 2am in another lads car! Get a fucking grip and stop writing statuses about me. It’s Pathetic! No time for it at all!! I’m completely washing my hands with you now! No more posts on any social media site after this! (Even though you’ll probably see it and screenshot it and put it all over the internet and label it as me being a harsh bitch!) Enjoy your fucking life but just keep me out of it!!! Rant Over!


I just want to be with you.
"Do it.
Get on the plane, get the train,
Walk 300 miles.
Get to her front door and tell her
“I know this is crazy
But I need you now.”
Our lives are too short to always be sensible,
Get the girl.
Distance makes no difference if your eyes light up when she laughs."
FRS.   (via gillianstevens)

see what people don’t get
is that you can be doing okay for
days weeks months
and all it takes is one word, one look,
one wrong thing
and suddenly your body becomes an avalanche,
you become a disaster zone and
winter retakes your soul

and girls like me, we walk around with caution tape around
our fingers, with hearts so heavy that our arms
are sick of dragging them along with us, we are
cities that are constantly in danger
of being set on fire
i mean what if your own mind was the reason
you couldn’t sleep
what if you woke up this morning because your brain was
talking too loudly, what if the only time you feel
good about yourself
is when you feel

and boys like me and people like me and
rabbit-hearted lovers who just want to feel
the morning sun
without wondering if we should start our workouts now, who
just want to hug our families again without
worrying they’ll notice we reek of our own
who just want to go to our friend’s house without
turning down every food offered only to
offend her:
we are so afraid of what will happen -
of what does happen -
when we slip for a second and our control
goes spiraling
so we give into every word the voices in our head
are saying, we give up our thick hair
we give up our strong bones, we give up
calling this body
our home
in search of an image that’s been
sold to us so strongly
we’d give up our everything
just to feel

and broken little human beings like me
we live like tornadoes and too-calm seas,
trapped in a horrific dance between
a beautiful and inspiring recovery and
opening our windows just to feel
the breeze and finding ourselves
stepping out on that ledge,
a deeper hunger in our hearts
than anyone ever sees: this
odd and sudden need
to just become a brittle white
chalk outline
to paint these empty streets.