it feels so surreal to say that i have met my favourite actor. seeing max go from strength to strength, and seeing him at (what it think is) his best live on stage, to then having the opportunity to meet him afterwards, still properly hasn’t sunk in.
going to london was the most impulse decision, though i’m glad i went. farragut north was not something that would usually appeal to me, though it was comedic and it was warm and the acting (and the cast, god. the cast) was fantastic. it was a round theatre, with no stage, and we were front row anyway so max was literally only inches away from us, and i was shaking the entire first act because i couldn’t believe it was happening and i’m just. i told him how proud i was of him and how i thought he was so talented and he was just so thankful and kept calling me love and he’s so down to earth and i’m just very overwhelmed right now.
(i also did all of the touristy things and saw big ben and the thames and went back to camden (aka my favourite place in the world) and went to trafalger square and oh god, this weekend was just lovely).
tldr: i met max irons and i am happy about it.
my best friend is moving to buckinghamshire on sunday, and today was the last day i’d get to see her before she leaves. i am going to miss her so so so so much.
me and my best friend just got matching tattoos because we’re the gayest little fuckers ever
i am going to v festival tomorrow
ellie goulding and beyoncé and mcfly and the vaccines and of monsters and men and calvin harris and two door cinema club and goodbye