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Home from home.

I haven't even been here for a fortnight and my room is already looking suspiciously similar to my floordrobe at home.  I seem to create mess wherever I reside.
Standard.

projector club

Uni

Im lovin it.

Church windows (taken with KonicaC35)

 

 

I'm so bad at packing.  I have pretty much just packed EVERYTHING. Oh no I'd better take that hideously see-through blouse that I have worn once, in case there is a hideous see-through blouse party, and oh that fur coat that makes me look like a grizzly bear, maybe it will look better this year?  That bag that's broken beyond repair but I used to like it so I better pack that too.  Oh I only ever wear one battered up pair of biker boots 98% of the time, so I'll pack 17 pairs of shoes - you know just for that other 2%
Christ, I am not looking forward to lugging all of this up to the 10th floor.
Oh deary me.

Hattie ♥

 

Thankyou for such a lovely day.

birthday shenanigans

Best to keep things in the shallow end, I never quite learned how to swim.

Tarot

I never knew the meaning of chaos until I first saw her.
She was gorgeous but it ached to look at her. She was life incarnate, there to plea for my existence.
My foot shatters on the brake pedal. 
He wasn't to be seen. I felt him, though; he stole the breath from my lungs.  He was a frozen shadow, despair, he was death.  He had enveloped us both.
She and he met, a discussion was had, a bargain made.  She had wanted him to allow enough of her light into his unending darkness.  Enough of her radiance to spare me and keep my being in this world, my soul on this spiritual plane.
My body begins disintegration; the world spins.  I turn, you're hitting the windshield.
They had reached an agreement.  I would survive.
She had saved me, you had not been saved.  She had pled for you and you were given nine short months.  Nine months, and then a lifetime of missing you.  I feel her watching me sometimes as I squander her gifts.  I am ashamed, though, it seems all I have managed to do is drown in life's possibilities.
He is gone now.  He has claimed you as his prize and in the remnants of his darkness I am now lost.


I don't know who wrote this, or who it is about but I think it is a truely beautiful piece of writing.

what comes before part b? PART-A!

Dearest weather, please man the fuck up and stop raining for one day.
camping and marshmallows!

All ye stumbling sleepwalkers, you were not misinformed. But in these tounge-tied times, this is for the homeless hearts and anxious fingers.

KNOW HOPE - an Israeli street artist well worth checking out.
http://www.thisislimbo.com

Farewell to the fairground

Had some photos leftover on a film = snap happy fun at the fair.

hidden messages.

"If you stay too long inside my memory, I will trap you in a song tied up to a melody. & I'll keep you there so you can't bother me."

HOW did this happen!?

"Hello, this is your insurance company - we will be claiming costs for possible repair to your vehicle from the other party."  Oh, well thats good ... "We will also be claiming for a hire car to be sent to you untill your vehicle is fixed." EVEN BETTER.  I wasn't expecting a hire car ... and then THIS beast of a car turns up.

Old car: Probably worth about £600, tops ... 3 doors, 0.9 litre engine, a dodgy clutch, no central locking and pretty battered around the edges.

Shiney new hire car: Worth over £7,000 ... 5 doors, 2 litre diesel engine, electric controls for pretty much anything you can imagine, central locking and an actual fully working clutch and gears.

I feel so smooooooth driving it,  and its clean!

CLEAR WINNER.

For Bam.

 

"Nice tash, Tash."

"Nice pun, Bam."

Katy Perry's new album.

... I'm not convinced.  Though the video for Teenage Dream is lovely.

Freddie: We'd be good together. Don't you think? 

Effy: No. 

Freddie: Why? 

Effy: Because I'll break your heart.

Freddie: Maybe I'll break yours. 

Effy: Nobody breaks my heart and anyway, why would I want that?

What on earth did I do in a past life?

SERIOUSLY. I have had the worst luck ever over the past 7 days!  First I wrote off my knee, then I left my phone and enitre contents of purse on brighton beach (okay, that was less bad luck more drunken stupidity, but still.  and then a lovely man with grey dreads and a dreadlocky dog found it and gave it all back. lovely man.  So thats good luck really I suppose.)  BUT STILL.  Someone has just WRITTEN OFF MY BLOODY CAR.
By trying to overtake me, when I'm turning RIGHT.
Those little orange flashy lights are there for a reason dickwad.  Probably would have been okay if he wasn't going so fast that he couldn't actually stop so just skidded full on into the side of me.  Goodbye transportation!
koi7gufr56yuioylklhguyftdyrstaaarrrrrGHHHH!
Okay. Rant over.  Seriously though, I fucking love that car.  I even gave her a name and wrote it in shiney letters on her bum.

Buffy soundtrack fuckyeah

Bif Naked - Lucky
Dandy Warhols - Bohemian Like You
Blink182 - All The Small Things

READING 2010 KONICA PICTURES