April 2009
98 posts
“I suddenly had an urge to put my watch on. Time or no time, I wanted some...”
– Strangeland- Tracey Emin (via john-james)
Ladytron - Destroy Everything you Touch
I CANT STOP. POSTING PICTURES. OF. ZOOEY...
8.32am Dream Time....
In my dream I had an excessive amount of saliva in my mouth and subsequently had to keep spitting it out everywhere…….I woke up dribbling on my friends pillow!
After rapidly falling back down the rabbit hole I found myself in a peculiar tunnel having to catch a train to some unknown destination. I pressed a large vibrant button and along came a fire engine, a petite Chinese lady with...
“Sometimes late at night I think about all the...
I've been infultrated by a hypocrite that used to...
yourwrite:
I want you. I want your touch. I want your fingers through my hair and laced in between mine. I want tangled limbs getting lost under sheets. I want the warm strong embrace of your arms around me. I want the kind of stare where you lay inches away from each other but don’t make another move. I want to fall asleep in your arms. I want to wake up just as we fell asleep. I want to speak...
“I love taxidermy”
– With a passion.
“Happiness is the only thing that doubles when you share it”
Me: Do you think your first pet says alot about you?
Philippa: What was your first pet?
Me: A guinea pig. What was yours?
Philippa: I never had a pet, I did keep some ants in a biscuit tin once though, it went horribly wrong!
Pull out the trapped layer of paper, wrapping it...
WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE TO FUCKING CHANGE?
Yesterday: A.S with a Vampire
Contained in a homely box equipt with stolen ornaments and steel faced chavs with erratic nashers, was I the interviewer or the interviewee? I changed my colours like a chameleon and threw bananas into the works, that ought to have tamed them for a while, at least until I reached high ground or a public library. They tried to sell me sex toys and underware but I distracted them with my high class...
“I sometimes think that peoples hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows whats at...”
– Haruki Murakami - Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
