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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Andulka
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we're not kids anymore.
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Keni

Kaledo Art
NASA

pixel skylines

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trying on a metaphor
will byers stan first human second

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Holy shit. If anything cheers up a Monday its Joe Gilgun. He could also cheer me up in the event of a nuclear war, zombie apocalypse or if somohow i ever acquired a perm...
This is a must. It looks as though it has nothing to do with The Hangover but still, it's so bad it's ace and i want it.
If there was ever a reason to get a dog...this is the one.
I'M IN. God, it's been a while...
Myspace is back, and Myspace RULED. This is why...
1. Arranging ‘top friends’
On Myspace, you displayed your friends like pixelated trophies on your homepage. You had a top nine, or something, and depending on how the evening before panned out, the order of ‘friends’ would change.
2. The awkwardness of arranging your friends
Genuinely falling out with people over who was first in your top nine despite no longer being 11. This was countered by filling your top 9 with bands. Or just having 'Tom'.
3. ‘Tom’
So ‘Tom’ was the guy who probably set up Myspace. No one really questioned his existence because much like a tadpole, ‘Tom’ was everyone’s first friend. He wore a white t-shirt and seemed to be really, really pleased to be involved in the project.
4. How it made us vain
Except for me! My profile picture was of a filleted Estonian reindeer because I was edgy and well-travelled.
5. How we never used the bulletin board
So like your events page, but more formal-sounding. Like ‘whoever nicked my almond milk can they please just put it back’ signs in halls but marginally more fun.
6. The horror of divulging our interests
Self-promotion is pretty awful at the best of times. That we included ‘baby pink’ and ‘burlesque’ as interests is unforgiveable.
7. How it introduced us to online stalking
Pretty much a game-changer.
I REQUIRE
Imagine opening this on Christmas day? What a bloody treat. Really wide eyed and bushy taled (almost there, let me have that one.)
Oh to have a wardrobe like this. I recently 'did out' my wardrobe (because it was in such a bad way i couldnt see any of the clothes,) and managed to throw out 8 binbags of stuff. 8. Some of it went to charity, what i couldnt carry went in the skip. Now it is colour coordinated, the shoes are in, wait for it...pairs (GASP) and i have sections for jumpers, party wear and all my trousers, shorts, skirts are folded. Still, im not happy. I wont be until i one day have my own dressing room, with loads of glass cases for jewels and shoes stacked sky high. Organising is not my strength, my room is an organised mess, but i am trying. Clear bed clear head? Have i made that up?
Looking at pictures of cute puppies never gets old. I want to put this one in a romper and take it to the park. Little dog friend.
There is nothing more satisfying than describing someone being a BAD girl with this movement. To their faces of course, no messing.
Forever is a horrible word.
Obsessed
I spend a lot of my time regretting things I've done. This is half true. My brain is desperate to regret and i phsyically shake my head to make it stop, whilst telling myself to STOP thinking about it, but my brain doesn't obey me. Here are my top regrets of the month.... I saw the most perfect jeans ever and left them behind because i didn't 'need' them. I obviously did, now they are no longer in stock. i started dating someone (well a few people,) one of them is so irritating that every time i think of him i feel ashamed that i embarked on so much more than spit swapping with him. What was i thinking? I wasn't. He is now erased from facebook and therefore life. I regret not getting Lana Del Reys autograph after about 10 opportunities to do so. I definitely regret asking Keith Lemon if he's ever had a threesome, his response makes me shudder. I also regret getting so mobidly drunk a few weeks ago, that my house looked like a crime scene in the morning. This is only a regret because of the way i FELT the next day. I regret eating ALL that cheese. Like, i didn't need ALL of it.
I regret meeting my ex boyfriend. In fact, i curse the day, because until he has another ex, I'll always be associated with him. Ugh. Maybe by next year the slate is wiped clean (fingers crossed.) Things i don't regret and feel PROUD of... That self fake tan i did a few weeks back with no streaks, no patches, just puuuuuurfecrtion. (little things innit.) All the new music I've discovered. WORKING BLOODY HARD. Binning that ice cream that had been in the fridge for literally years but i was determined to still eat. I was strong. This is all completely fucking pointless. No, it isn't about you either.
"I was in the Winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only Summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and even crying with them. 3 years down the line of being down this endless road to earth, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on, over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind it because I knew it takes getting everything you wanted and losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how id been living, they’d ask me why, but there’s no use in talking to people that have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, to have nowhere to lie your head. I was always an unusual girl, my Mother told me I had a Chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing to the north, no fixed personality, just an inner indecisiveness, that is as wide and as unwavering as the ocean, and If I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying. Because I was born to be the other woman, I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone, who had nothing, who wanted everything. There was a fire for every experience, and obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness, that dazzled and dizzied me. — Every night I used to pray that id find my people and finally I did on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast, die young, be wild and have fun. I believe in the country America used to be, I believe in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road, and my motto is the same as ever, I believe in the kindness of strangers, and when I’m at war with myself, I ride. I just ride. Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free”
It wouldn't work for anyone else, but she said it, so i read it.