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The queen photobombed jayde taylor’s selfie welcome to fucking cyberspace

The queen photobombed jayde taylor’s selfie welcome to fucking cyberspace

Greenthink - It's Not Easy Being... (Reprise)
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one thing i like doing is going on google maps and tracing my set routes for how i get to places and seeing how close they are to a straight line

like i couldn’t map out every road or every possible route but i can’t think of a single time i’ve looked at a walk and there’s been a quicker way. It’s weird how your brain just does that

ok do what me, you, helena and blainy would blog about at ages 6, 15 and 45

james:

  • 6 - his mate’s playstation (i forgot your mate’s name)
  • 15 - aesop rock, skramz, jokes about his own dick
  • 45 - aesop rock, skramz, jokes about aesop rock’s dick

me: 

  • 6 - how sick i am at Tekken 3
  • 15 - Slipknot, Korn
  • 45 - how sick Korn are at Tekken 4

Helena:

  • 6 - i don’t know a lot about helena’s childhood so i’m just gonna say she’d talk about REM a lot
  • 15 - pppuunnnxxxxx
  • 45 - helena at 45 will be the most important person to have ever existed and will not need a blog

Blainy:

  • 6 - business
  • 15 - business
  • 45 - sell me a business
5, 17, 30

at five i’d probably run a fanblog for will smith’s rap career, at 17 it was mostly memes and stories about how drunk i’d get, and i imagine at age 30 i’ll just be that guy that doesn’t shut up about how much he hates his neighbour

yo do that thing send me an age and i’ll tell you what i’d be blogging about at that age

newlists:

  1. The car’s on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel. 
  2. The sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides.
  3. A dark wind blows.
  4. The government is corrupt.
  5. We’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn.
  6. We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. 
  7. The sun has fallen down.
  8. The billboards are all leering.
  9. The flags are all dead at the top of their poles.
  10. It went like this: the buildings crumbled in on themselves.
  11. Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair.
  12. The skyline was beautiful on fire.
  13. Twisted metal stretching upwards.
  14. Everything washed in a thin orange haze.
  15. I said, “kiss me, you’re beautiful.” 
  16. "These are truly the last days." 
  17. You grabbed my hand.
  18. We fell into it.
  19. Like a daydream.
  20. Or a fever. 
  21. The car’s on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel. 
  22. The sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides.
  23. A dark wind blows.
  24. The government is corrupt.
  25. We’re on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn.
  26. We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. 
  27. The sun has fallen down.
  28. The billboards are all leering.
  29. The flags are all dead at the top of their poles.
  30. It went like this: the buildings crumbled in on themselves.
  31. Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair.
  32. The skyline was beautiful on fire.
  33. Twisted metal stretching upwards.
  34. Everything washed in a thin orange haze.
  35. I said, “kiss me, you’re beautiful.” 
  36. "These are truly the last days." 
  37. You grabbed my hand.
  38. We fell into it.
  39. Like a daydream.
  40. Or a fever. 
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Sophie told me she could dress up weirder than me

it’s proper weird that the first year of university happened. like i’ve not really had to remember much of it and it hit me a week or so ago that it takes up about as much “space” in my memory as like, a holiday would. like it just doesn’t feel like it happened i just sort of washed up on Problems Island AKA this year and didn’t bother trying to remember how i got there

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Reaching Quiet - Out of Live Wires and Twisties
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reaching quiet - out of live wires and twisties