a wooden box and an alley full of rocks

Called Leslie. A Canadian person livin' her damn dream in London. It's going really fucking well. Likes a lot of people an awful lot, but tries to play it cool (they know anyway).

[discocharliebrown]

TUMBLR. HI. HERE I AM. I don’t know if you remember me since it’s been… like… five years but HELLO I am thinkin’ of sneakin’ my way back in here sometimes maybe!!!!!!

[discocharliebrown]

Hahahaha this didn’t really take, did it?

[discocharliebrown]

TUMBLR. HI. HERE I AM. I don’t know if you remember me since it’s been... like... five years but HELLO I am thinkin’ of sneakin’ my way back in here sometimes maybe!!!!!!

[garfieldminusgarfield]

G-G the book - G-G on Facebook - G-G on Twitter

[necrophilofthefuture]

[tenayaa]

@quiche-in

[ginkotree]

hey no offense but [just starts screaming]

[yrbff]

TAKE ME TO CHURCH I’ll worship at the church and the churchity church you can churchity church and I’ll churchity church

[stewwezz]

the kills. twilight concert series. august 2015.

[discocharliebrown]

I think the better life gets, the more afraid I get of ruining everything. I am trying to get over this weird, paralysing fear.

It’s been a very long time since I’ve written anything personal or, apart from my post the other day informing you of my new computer (god, it’s fucking beautiful), anything at all really. It’s all very weird. Life is all very weird. Also, hey: I have said it before and I will say it again but definitely follow your goddamn dreams. Always. The extent to which things work out when you really want them to is insane.

So I do standup comedy sometimes, you guys. I started about a year ago when I was at Edinburgh Fringe and my comedian friend Stuart (if you follow Kate on any social media... yes, the same Stuart) told me I was doing a five-minute set at a show he was co-running because he was very aware of how desperate I was to try. And now I’ve done twenty sets, which is... not many, but it also is. Twenty times I have stood in front of a room consisting largely of strangers, entirely of my own volition, and attempted to make them laugh. Often succeeded. And a bunch of the other acts I’ve gigged with have said wonderful things to me, told me I’m likeable, told me I’m very good for the number of gigs I’ve done, told me my material is really good, told me all sorts of insane and amazing things. And a bunch of the professional comedians I know, while they haven’t seen me, tell me how excited they are I’m doing comedy, tell me they can’t wait to see me. There is a human being on this planet whom I admire immensely who is aware that I do comedy, and we can be quite sure that this does not affect said human’s life in any way, shape, or form, but nevertheless said human expressed an interest when originally told about my accomplishments by a mutual friend, genuinely remembered and was encouraging the next time we properly spoke about six months later.

I confused myself with my own vagueness there. Well. My point is I really fucking love doing comedy, and I really fucking love this city, and I love the fact that there’s no real limit here. Probably I won’t ever be hugely successful because everyone ever wants to do comedy these days, but. Apparently I’m pretty good. I also have an unbelievably excellent job now. It’s a coffee shop, which I enjoy. It’s literally five minutes’ walk from home. We listen to wonderful music (we were listening to music from my phone all day today, which was especially excellent). It pays well. It pays weekly. It pays in cash. My boss and coworkers are all wonderful. The customers are wonderful. And. Sometimes. People I could never have imagined meeting in my entire life come in. And they’re very, very friendly to me. It’s weird. I love it, but I don’t understand it. So that terrifies me. I’m trying to stop it terrifying me. There seems too much to lose, in every distinct area of life. And I’m perpetually scared I’ll fuck everything up. I had a weird upsetting moment the other night when a friend I see extremely rarely, who means more to me than makes any logical sense, slightly disappointed me. I wanted to spend proper time. I did not get to. And that made me feel like I didn’t matter, didn’t matter to anyone, shouldn’t matter to anyone, was worthless. It was a weird downward spiral. Being a human is weird and difficult. No matter how good things are, the brain can get in the way and make everything seem awful. I am going to let things be good, and I am going to be honest about how I feel, be honest about how much I care about other humans, not try to play it cool all the time. I sort of realised yesterday how much of being happy comes with allowing myself to be happy. I can always find things to be stressed and terrified about, but on the surface everything is really, really good. Tremendously good. Better than it’s ever been, and always getting better. And I feel like I don’t take enough chances, which seems silly as a person who’s moved across the world and does standup comedy. But still. I’ve been in a rut. I am done with being in a rut.  I don’t know why I’m telling you this, Tumblr, but I am. Hello. 

[mcdungeon]

You are the dancing queen, blood-curdling scream, 47 bees

[anthropomorphizing]

[discocharliebrown]

Hi Tumblr, I just got a new computer after not having one since February so hi hi hi I’m still alive and stuff 

[nevver]

Lee Crutchley

[haustor]

[ink-pedia]

Sasha Unisex

[in-love-with-movies]

The Royal Tenenbaums (USA, 2001)

[discocharliebrown]

treeprince:

when u tryna be cheesy but everyone around u is laughtose intolerant

[giantspacefetus]