i moved to tumblr

stupid fucking carpet burns on my knees from sex for the sake of nostalgia.

contemplating a flee.

i've been following people

allthis

andleaving

safety in spoons till then

let us grope and hope

boinking away blues

oh yeh and i have this again

which i turn into this

#cartoonloveaffairs

i rememmmmemember

rebellion (lies)

hesitation

possible hallucinations but who can tell.

deviation

alcohol doesn't work.

long distance or zip.

love be rough.

fragility, instability, disability

i never want to do anything ever again

big nothing, heart ripped out of my arse etc etc

hook, line, sinker & sunk.

internet archaeology

can i have some of your hair?

no time

there are things i need to be doing &

there are things i really shouldn't be doing.

but i'm convinced it's ok.

i'm plugging my ears and la-la-ing.

you're the bee's knees the bee's knees the bees please.

spoons.

honey.

everything, but with you.

systematic destruction

I'M MY OWN MILITARY.

pretty girls have ugly boyfriends

too many muther'uckers

i'm getting too old, too fast.

when watching mary poppins, i empathise with mr. banks

old & lazy,

stuck listening to the same magnetic fields albums

i love you the onion

i refuse to fall in love until i find a photobooth that still does these:

working on country club job that will mean my summer will resemble dirty dancing rather than skins.

i can't remember if patrick swayze is dead or not.

practicing being humble

i am a bit in love with tavi

i miss sewing machines with drawing needles already.

trying to be productive with 1 day projects and constant doodles

but the outdside is too nice

and my hands are full

but going to start doing drawings from awful sexy album covers


and akward family photographs

transparent arsehole
cut & run

i used to know html

where is that knowledge pocket?

scared of the future

nostalgia

felt tip pens

(actuallly) go

new blog, 5 months off, starting a collection.

started systematically throwing out all of my belongings, so i'm putting things in a cosy internet space.

summer of:

probably one sentance blogs

collecting conversations

making books

showing things to myself.

lists.

more blind drawings.