October 2011
48 posts
Cool story of the day
I was helping sweep out the chimney, as we want to have proper fires in there like the old house. The man who used to live here had blocked it up with newspapers and the date on them was 1959.
Cool story over.
Today
I had a nice day with my best friend James, I hardly ever got to see him whilst he had a girlfriend, is it bad to feel better now they’ve broken up? I guess he feels better anyway so that’s okay.
We’ve made plans and priced up materials for some jumps and stuff at mine; I can’t wait to start building. It’ll be nice to make use of the ridiculous amounts of space...
Someone come to mine, with cheese and crackers and gin and tonic. We can drink that and eat those and listen to some dead nice music and then we can put loads of jumpers on and go on a bike ride in the cold. Then we can come back get into bed and get warm and fall asleep and yerrrr.
WOULDN’T IT BEEE NIIIIIIICE? da da daa da da daa da da
Maybe it’s the way my hair looks, that we don’t read the same books.
Maybe it’s the way I walk, the way I talk; about things that interest me, things that you can’t see.
Braincrack
Over the past few days all I’ve been thinking about is travelling.
For those who don’t know; I cycled from Warrington to paris and back last year, and ever since I’ve wanted to get back on the road.
I don’t think you can experience a place so completely and intimately as you can by bicycle, walking is far too slow, you can’t cover enough distance to get to see...
sk8rgrl2:
all i wanna do is (gun shot x4) and a (cash register ding) and take ur money
thefrogman:
Every day is so fucking bland. I want to Feel properly alive. Everything is so disappointingly humid, I long for the icy chill of the wind.
Imagination.
I’ve had so many dreams recently, I went for a long while with nothing.
They’re vivid. So so real.
I used to get terrible night terrors when I was younger. I used to be lay on my back, with my eyes open, completely unable to move. I could always see this skinny black animal goblin thing with huge bright eyes kneeling on my chest stopping me breathing. Weird.
Now they’re...
If you were in my bed riiiiight now…
Songs that make me feel.
Anything by Sigur ros.
To build a home by the cinematic orchestra.
Joni Mitchell, California.
What am I supposed to do?
I don’t want to be alone, you say it’s too soon but you’ve moved on.
You’re not allowed to be upset.
Weight.
After watching loads of these YouTube weightloss time lapse videos, I’m doing one.
Videoing myself once a week until I reach my target weight of 190lbs. (currently 222lbs) Which is about 13 stone 8 lbs. This sounds high but I’m 6’2” and am naturally quite built anyway.
I’m not sure wether to upload the first one, I’m not exactly a facebook topless photo...
No.
I’m not full of shit, I’ve cried enough now. I haven’t moved on, not in the sense that you never meant anything anyway, because you meant, and maybe mean, a lot. Too much.
When you’re falling in love with someone and they get a boyfriend it’s time to call it a day. Even if you think she’ll be happier with you, it doesn’t matter. She’s gotten what...
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I lost my phone :(
I liked that phone, you could hold down space bar and a light would come on. and it had loads of pictures from the france trip.
Do you wanna come back?
It’s alright it’s alright, it’s alright if you wanna come back to me.
Against the wall. The floor. A tabletop. Any surface. Your mouth. My mouth. Inked skin. Rugged against soft. Hungry. So fucking hungry. Starving. This want becomes a necessity.
I am your hourglass and you are my rock. Be gentle, but only for a moment.
Now shatter me. Make it loud. Make it angry. Show your passion. It’s animal instinct and right now you’re all mine. Give me you. Give me...
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Me
Fuck. You.
Cosy.
Just baking some shortbread listening to Bon iver, aren’t I cute?
I just want to speak to you and see your face etc. Lame.
Oh wonderful one, why are you like that?
Kindly get out of my head and into my bed.
Upset.
Really upset, not even sure why.
I had a nice day at tims even though we didn’t do much, I got to download a tonne of music though. got radiohead’s discography back after it was lost to my old laptop, downloaded all the warpaint stuff, which I’ve fallen in love with. Got some laura marling and others from tims computer and ripped the new scroobius pip album.
But yeah, I just...
