February 2012
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I might make a den tomorrow. If anyone wants to come and eat Jamaican food and play videogames. I’ll be in my den.
hititskip asked: Hello! Sorry for the randomness of this but I just wanted to say I absolutely love your blog!
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ttitalia asked: great TT pic! willu ever take with out that annoying arm :D?
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Unsolicited Advice To Adolescent Girls With... →
lovelureslifeon:
When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your cup size, say A, hang up. When he says you gave him blue balls, say you’re welcome. When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her. Then...
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This day.
Ok, so I havent really been sad or cried since I moved to Bristol. So for about 7 months. Thats pretty darn good for someone who used to be on anti depressants.
This morning however something really awful happened. My heart is truely with those who it affects, I guess it affects me too. So today I have been sad. I even cried. A couple of times.
I wont say much more on it because it’s still...
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Sad times
So the supervisor at the bar I manage got a warning today. No, I didnt give her the warning. She is now seriously reconsidering staying at The Lanes.
I really dont want her to go. She is, by far, one of the nicest and most genuine people I have met in MY ENTIRE LIFE. She cares, really really cares. To the point where she gets so drunk and starts crying because people have cancer (not people she...
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Story Sunday (late): Coffee
I cannot remember under what pretense I followed her into the kitchen, probably some foolish reason that she and I both knew was a lie. The kitchen however is where most things happen. It is the hub of a home and any party goer worth their salt knows that the kitchen is where you have your drunken one to ones and make those false connections that shatter as dawn approaches. So the kitchen was as...
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This makes no sense but have a bit of journal poetry.
Beautiful chaos Flowers that deconstruct and bloom in unprevailing places Awash with frozen ambiguity Derivative only of the meaning imposed Impose upon me Tread, treading, teaching, softly Words that construct and unravel With no meaning
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HAWT
This week has been pretty immense.
TUESDAY. Theatre Des Vampires at The Lanes. Awesome fun times by all. Ridiculous amounts of drunkeness occurred. Met a total darling too. (HI!)
WEDNESDAY. Brand New. Ok ok ok. I had a panic attack BUT BRAND NEW.
THURSDAY. Was actually just a really hard day at work. BOO.
FRIDAY. Big Lebowski night at The Lanes. Got off work early, met said darling from...
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Listening
Old proverbs say that everyone has a song inside them, what these old proverbs don’t know is that this isn’t metaphorical. Everyday people are composing masterpieces that they aren’t even aware of and I am party to them. Today I’m sitting in a coffee shop overlooking the market of this beautiful city. The songs here are quaint and self absorbed, there is variety, but as a...
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STORY DAY!
Ok, so I’ve decided to dedicate Sunday to short stories. I’ll try and post a short story hear every Sunday. Fortunately I have a few up my sleeve already. I think last week I posted A Man Possessed. Today you will have something slightly different.
I play about with styles a lot. So who knows what you’ll get next.
Some will be more prose than story. I doubt you care much about...
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Vanity.
My vanity is getting to be a problem. I just took a picture of myself topless and considered posting it to tumblr. Oh dear.
I mean proper topless. Sigh.
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NO MAN'S LAND →
Ok so my friend made a joke about making a No Man’s Land lesbian group. So I did.
Not strictly lesbian (or no men apparently).
Go like it. If I get 20 likes I’ll arrange drinks. If I get 30…well I might actually think of something for No Man’s Land to actually aspire to.
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Theatre Des Vampires →
Come to this guys and gals! I arranged most of it.
CARNY VILLIANS! MIND READER! FREAK FIRESHOW! INSANE SKITS! NEW ROMANTIC DISCO! BLOODY COCKTAILS!
Please reblog and help me out.
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A Man Possessed
I woke up this morning in a time warp. The strange thing was I didn’t care. The reasons didn’t matter. All that mattered was that this girl, this pathetic useless, young girl (Kim, for future reference), had taken me back. And she wanted me, really wanted me. It didn’t matter that I had no idea how I’d gotten here, that I had no recollection whatsoever of how I’d travelled from...
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Watchthenewavengers:
My first FGFS edit
Let’s put this out there….I need to get laid.
January 2012
25 posts
Awkward confessions.
Ok. So today on tumblr the word privilege has lost all meaning. I font want to join this battle of wills but it stirred up something horrible in myself.
Which I will not share. Because broadcasting will only gain negative attention. I doubt anyone will thoroughly read or even muse on the points I’d make, they’d just hit me with racism or sexism or homophobia or something.
Although...
muredraws:
Hello I have written a song about a...
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I miss the gentle rhythms of skin against skin.
Help me prove this to my friend. Reblog if you...
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Currently fangirling that She Makes War replied to my facebook post.
OH AND THAT SHE MIGHT PLAY AT THE LANES.
I might die in a moment.
bosskhunter asked: Did you get the "package" I sent??? x
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If I weren’t me and you weren’t you We would be happy together The times you reached for my hand You’d find it there I wouldn’t be so scared to dance in front of strangers And you’d have the courage to speak of hidden desires We would tear up this bright lit city Make peace in the daytime And prepare the night for more ravaging But I am me And you are you And thats why we’re not together That’s...
laughter silvered: Soul vacation. →
laughtersilvered:
Souls are fragile, weightless, free beings which conveniently package up thoughts and memories while we are awake and keep them safe when we are most vulnerable in sleep. They know that they need us to survive and experience life, and we need them to give us our individuality. This is why they…