Mine (left) and Bonnie’s self portraits for our Summer Project
I’m at Brighton Uni doing Illustration, so watch this space . _ .
You know I didn’t even realise those black leaves look like a dick until I stuck it up
This is simply stunning, I am blown away.
Anonymous asked: Despite your current difficulties you are enjoying Canada, I hope to make it out that way soon. I wish you all the happiness in the world. Me x
Hi,
I havent checked these emails in a while, what a shock to find this message, and how nice of you. I’ve been racking my brain trying to think who this is, though, like you said, it really doesn’t matter. I appreciate what you wrote to me, it was really kind and I totally agree that we are here to make an impact on people, and that people don’t realise how important every single interaction we have is.
Everything in Canada is going a lot better; quit university, found a job and, most importantly, I found love. Hope your life is good too?
Thanks again for your time and care, I really appreciate it.
Elly
What if the male avengers posed like the female one? Courtesy of Steve Niles http://twitpic.com/9i8dcn
Always a pleasant addition to the conversation. Even if Lucy does have a conking pair of knockers.
I just curled my hair and put on a bra (and of course other garments) for a skype chat. I have so little to occupy my time it scares me.
A cover of ‘Someone Like You’ by my band (I am the vocals)
The eight kindes of drunkenness, per a book from 1592.
I used to be this kinde of drunk:
The seventh is goate drunke; when, in his drunkennes, he hath no minde but on lecherie
But now I am this kinde of drunk:
The third is swine drunke; heavie, lumpish, and sleepie, and cries for a little more drinke, and a fewe more cloathes;
(via heartshapedpool)
This by my favourite artist, Lucy McCarthy. I suggest you follow her new blog and I hope you’ll enjoy her work as much as I will :
Just me or is this REALLY FUCKING FREAKY?
I’m not sure how to feel about this…?
It would seem that I am becoming what people refer to as a “crazy cat lady”. I thought this day wouldn’t come for at least another 20 years, but here you go, here it is.
Since I got my cat a week ago I have become totally crazy. I show her picture to people I don’t know; people I work with who I have never spoken to before and who are trying to enjoy their lunch break. In the middle of their nice, normal conversation, I sidle over, pull out my phone and thrust it under their noses;
“I got a cat”
Blank looks stare back at me.
“Do you work here?”.
I am not fazed.
“Isn’t she cute??!”
No reply. sidle of to find some other unsuspecting victims.
Now, even worse, is that my cat is affecting my pussy. Whilst trying to have sex the other day my cat starts to stare at us intensely and purrs so loudly she sounds like a lawn mower going over an untrimmed patch of grass. And I had trimmed my grass and so was disappointed to have to stop sexy times because of the cat.
“Can’t you put her outside?” they say.
THIS. IS. A. DEAL. BREAKER.
Don’t you be messing with my cat now. If it comes to it, the cat wins.
Would you believe I am only 23?
It's not easy being a mooncup. Until that one week of a month you sit around wondering about life, getting acquainted with the inside of your little green silk bag (if you're lucky). You humans bang on about your petty lives all the time; now it's my moment to share my life with you. The mistakes, the problems, the loneliness. I offer my medical grade silicon up to you all to judge; but tread carefully, for you tread upon my dreams. Plus, it would be pretty gross if you trod on me then someone had to shove me up their vadge....ew.
