I am going to become a writer for Cosmo - you don’t have to make any sense at all. Or maybe I’ll be a bloke, they don’t have to make sense either.

He had everything a dream boy should have. Back, front, sides, Everything. A head.

Shut up Jas, you are not Baby Jesus

I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet" - Georgia Nicolson

Here is my recipe for a mood enhancer. Take a friend, preferably one with a really annoying fringe and outsize pants, and when she is rambling on swiftly, push her into a ditch and run away.

I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.

Honestly, what planet do these people live on? And why isn't it farther away?