During the preparations for “O Fuck This House.”
That last post reminded me of my one anecdote that gives me more cool points than you can ever hope for.
When I was 12 years old, I went to see Robot Wars live. I also met Craig Charles, got to see Razer, Hypno-Disc, and all the show’s robots up close after the show. Sir Killalot, Shunt and Matilda are FUCKING HUGE.
That same year I also sat on the real Hogwart’s Express, AND I went to a museum that had the 1980s Batmobile AND the car from Knight Rider.
Bitches be jelly.
Top five favourite pictures that captured a great moment and brings back happy memories. :)
You Can Let Go Now Daddy
Motor Neurone Disease Awareness Video by me.
This video made me cry my eyes out.
This right here is my best friend in the world, and in a few short hours it will have been a year since her father passed on from this world, having lost the battle with Motor Neurone Disease. I would ask that you all watch this, and visit http://www.mndassociation.org/ for information on this disease, and possibly even donate money to research into finding a cure.
I hope you are resting peacefully, Ian. The world is a little too different without you around.
I’m reading back through my personal posts on here (I don’t know why I do it - it’s nothing to do with vanity, I suppose just nostalgia) and two things have really struck me.
The first is this:
because what I feared has sort of happened. I’ve completely lost my sense of self for the most part, I’m miserable and trapped by my job and I suppose living situation in that I can’t afford to live anywhere where there’s anything to do, I don’t feel as independent and confident and free and happy (asides from being head over heels with Nick and loving all my friends - this isn’t a generalisation about my relationships, in fact they’re the main redeeming factor about life lol), and tbh even though I’ve paid off my debt and stuff, I don’t really feel any less stressed.
I’m like… remembering those feelings. And the nights I stayed up and cried through out of stress to do with money and jobs and living situations and friends and whatever, but nothing was as bad as the feeling I had when I wrote that post and others like it.
I’ve really let myself down on that front, allowing myself to take so many steps backwards and it’s something I realise now more than ever I need to work my arse off to fix that.
End rant about that. The second thing that struck me for the love of all that is sacred I miss my dreadlocks and my piercings and my make-up and my clothes and my fucking self! I miss myself.
Damnit I want my dreads back and my lip piercings.
I want to feel what it’s like NOT to have to make an effort to be everything except for myself. I’m sick of it.
I forgot a very important one.
"Haters gon’ hate!"
Sorry for my face spam today.
Here is a collection of assorted summery pictures from the past 3 (4?) years because for some reason today I feel really deprived of sunlight even though I complain about it all summer long…
There was another really good one from Brighton Pride this year but it features a face I’m sure my best friend could do without seeing haha.
"Summertime, and the living is easy…"
I decided that nearly 2 weeks into 2014 I might do a little 2013 montage.
Nicholas is in a lot of these because he’s the best thing about last year.
I’m bored so have a couple of pictures of me from 2009 before I did a photoshoot with someone who would probably just get annoyed if I posted the pictures. Also they’re technically NSFW.
Look at my cute little babyface trying to look cool drinking Smirnoff Ice :’)
"I’m not at home in my own home."
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