January 2011
something unproductive
new metronomy song is fab
fenech soler are playing koko (and i’ll be of the appropriate age to go)
lady gaga’s singing in german
and i’m about to watch P.S I Love You, which I know will be awful and fake irishy and yuck
bambinoccino in hand, lets go.
hang
clever guy
“The trouble with girls is if they like a boy, no matter how big a bastard he is they’ll say he has an inferiority complex; and if they don’t like him, no matter how nice a guy he is or how big an inferiority complex he has, they’ll say he’s conceited. Even smart girls do it.”
JD. Salinger
I mustn’t be the only one who thinks Andy Murray is peng.
(that’s Andy Murray)
And he’s Scottish
though I’m not loving the poppy tendon…
so fucking tired
brain’s all hopped up on caffeine
blehhh
fwhfwifklefnlknfs
well that was awkward
hmm arcade fire? arcade fire
<3 you win/regine
feel pretty silly for saying that (still <3 you arkyfire </loser)
i like being this drunk
hate taking ages to type (long that)
hey icicles stop forming on my nose yeah i have to breathe
and that is all.
finally got round to watching inception
lauraful:
that shit is motherfucking grand.
however i spent the majority of the time thinking about how bloody perfect cillian murphy is and also how leonardo dicaprio really has lost his looks entirely.
my sentiments exactly
im gonna be mighty pretentious all in one go
Here’s a bunch of philosophical ramblings to express to the tumblr-verse the twisted meanings of my inner soul. (i should be revising).
<pretentious loser-ey pictures>
</pretentious loser-ey pictures>
i did this once and it was funny.
(rest of night regret-filled)
hate you skins
so dad was all
“Be happy”
and i was like
then he was like
so i was like
and the dog was like
Facebook vs Tumblr - Morrissey Edition
unrulygirl:
Someone I don’t know adds me on Facebook:
Someone I don’t know follows me on Tumblr:
Someone writes on my Facebook wall:
Someone writes on my Tumblr ask:
Lose a friend on Facebook:
Lose a follower on Tumblr:
Error on Facebook:
Error on Tumblr:
hi colin
pretentious.com
reading dylan thomas at one in the morning makes me feel like a pretentious loser
where is my vintage jacket/buddy holly glasses/unkempt-yet-fab-hair/soy vanilla latte.
eurgh
when people tag you in last night’s pictures and you look like the lovechild of godzilla and two-face.
eurgh.
To think we gotta keep kissin’ up to that chump, and his chump daughter, for the rest of our lives…
this has been my day.
but now i’m trying to figure out how to wear these shoes without them killing my little toe.
(want to be hermes)
google fails me.
so just surfing the void tumblrverse and i come across this girl/boy/rabbit’s blog and its like <3 your blog person with computer, nice one.
bunch of serotonin inducing pictures.
BECAUSE I HAVEN’T GOT ONEEEEE ANYMORRRREEEE
#thesmiths (via the ’80s)
#eiffel tower (via paris)
“Just because she likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn’t mean she’s...
shit mood
you know when you’re in one of those shitty moods when you’re like ‘hate my life, i fuck everything up, i’m a fatty’ yeah one of those.
maybe it’s because i’m part of ‘middle england’ and its ‘sod’s law’ that i’ll be a sad mutta
sick of this shit.
dont know what this shit is
need a new outlook on this bubble.
grr
beaut
i fucking hate the smiley face :3
colon three?! is this supposed to be cutesy or something? makes me want to vomit. like ‘hi i’m a twelve year old who pretends to be asian and totes into sailer moon and shit and i loveee to end every fucking word with :3’
sorta looks like someone sucking balls?
maybe that’s what it’s meant to be and these younguns are hornier...
hi core 3
you’re a massive cunt aren’t you.
i well love that nouvelle vague cover of i’ll stop the world and melt with youuuuuu etcetc
sitting on my bed looking at a maths paper like
i’m gonna fail like a little bitch
the shrek score is fab
i well lurrrrve spotify and it’s crazy database full of weird shit
<3 you john williams
<3 you james horner
<3 you jon brion
if i had hair that covered my boobs it’d make wandering around the house in my underwear so much nicer.
you could make loadsa shit out of your hair,
be a mermaid whenever you wanted, it’d be fucking fantastic.
I well liked Cardiff, it looks like the most fun place evsss.
Now I’m gonna build my hopes up and think it’s well good and then they’ll reject me and I’ll cry.
dear contents of core 4
please jump in my head.
i look like a fat un-bespectacled version of this right now.
byebyebookstimeforsleep.