The organisation (or lack there of) of my fridge shelf is annoying me so much, I can barely sleep.
No man can compete with dead Heath Ledger
GET UP AND GO FOR A RUN but I’m tired DO IT, IT’S GOOD FOR YOU but its cold and snowy YOU’LL BE GLAD YOU DID maybe I can just run up and down the stairs? OK I’LL GET UP IN 18.104.22.168.1. …
I was thinking
I don’t do anything too crazy or mad. Not because I’m virtuous, just because I’m lazy
I just read this...
“I am a reluctant sleeper. When I go to bed all the past rises up before me, all the things I have done badly and all the things I have not done come and sit on the pillow like the germs of some disease, infecting me with vivid wakefulness.” - H.V. Morton.
Life, oh life
“I got the job!” “I hate my job.”
Olivia Bee: 'People don't take me seriously –... →
Due to the fact that I’m a cynical asshole, I was surprised by how much I don’t completely dislike Olivia Bee. I think it’s because she seems to actually work pretty hard for her career, and I really admire self made people. Especially in a time when who you know means so much more than your ability.
The Same Elsewhere
[[MORE]] We stumble through this time in our lives, Protecting our wants from the inevitable greed. Looking up, beyond, for the fear of what’s down, Pushing out vision for the safety in need. Waking again, in the deepest of hours, The sweat is thick found under your neck. Whilst fear is stirring as age is soured, The lack of empathy is strangling our sect. Yet spare a thought for the ones...
This kills, ay ay ay ay ayyy
Hey what is up? I’m in the bedroom of my Newcastle house and I am bored. I’ve been studying for my art conservation course t’night and I feel I need some sort of positive break that doesn’t make me feel guilty (i.e. watching TV). So, has anyone got any good book recommendations? In the sort of “woe is me” vibe. Cheers x
“You’re frayed at the edges”, She let me know, A return scene from the vaults; One I’ve already been told. We wondered, perhaps, if there was more to life than this. Yet, as we thought in silence, we determined that this must be it. There was a dull acceptance, As your hand drew back, Displaying a blushed realisation In all the comforts I lacked. Turning on a heel, words splashed from someone’s...
I want to have sex with you.
It is hard to believe the light that comes from your eyes. Or the height that comes just from my hair Either from sleeping on it weird or from that terrifying scare. The scare that came with the pleasure of our current situation And the discomfort I get from the inevitable changes. But that’s awrite because on your soft earlobes are pearls And they make you look like someone classy from a...
Like Donald Judd said, art should be “The simple expression of a complex thought.”
I’m very sad to think that, for now, this will be my last week living in Glasgow. I’ve spent four years living here in total, with three spent in the same flat. I’ve become very fond of my flat (and Glasgow itself) in these three years which have been a constant and comforting backdrop to my university career. I realise that no doubt I’m viewing my time here with...
I went on a trip to the Andalucia region of Spain this summer. I was there from late May to early June. It’s funny how long ago that seems now. One of the best bits of the trip was lying on the beach in Cadiz with my gerlfrund. I was eating some cherries and enjoying a bit in “A Moveable Feast”, Hemingway’s notes on his time in Paris. He was describing how F. Scott Fitzgerald had come to him...
The frequent visiting birds of the season Suggest I’m made from a tougher spice Like mace or cardamom. You, we all agree, are cinnamon; sweetened. Looking down Queen Street we find an answer To an afternoon slightly light on a sense of culture. And like the visiting bird, who is now a vulture, We peruse the GoMA for artistic thoughts Stretched Conceptually further. Together we...
I’m making fresh stock and listening to 5live on a Sunday. Where did my youth go?
He was a kind man, Occasionally. Generous, When he wanted to be. Patient, If he had the time And considerate, If the issues weren’t mine. But despite the distance, And the problems alongside. At least the time was clean, As I hope to continue to find.
Maybe a thought, probably not.
“Mr Rooney… Ed… I want to thank you for your warmth and compassion.”
Go to the beach Expose your body Girls, your dresses are beautiful Boys, your bare chests are woeful
Bird's Eye View
A whole from above roll.