New blog

Hey guys, if it’s not obvious already (how many months has it been since I posted here?) but I’ve created a new art blog.

This one was starting to get a bit morose and I wanted to create one that was primarily original content and my own art.

I’d really appreciate it if you popped over and gave it a look and follow if you like what you see.


I need dis.

This is the naughtiest porn I’ve ever seen on tumblr.

Watching Paranormal Activity 4 with my parents.

I hate watching movies with them because they talk incessantly. Tonight I decided I should write down some of what they said. Here it is.

"He’s dead Will, he’s definitely dead."


"…Oh no he’s not."

"Well, that’s strange isn’t it…"

"The garage door is opening again. "

"What happened there!?"

"The car started!"

"It’s not going to gas her is it?"

"Why would they leave their 15-year-old alone in the house anyway?"

"She’s 17 isn’t she?

"I thought they said 15…"

"It sounded all breaky."

"That’s what happened to Robbie’s mother I think….something similiar."

"What’s this kids name??"

"Ooh! She’s strong!…Oh my watch needs fixing again."

"Well, he’s not really a boyfriend is he, he’s a boy who’s a friend."

"Well what’s the definition of boyfriend then?"

"Shhh! His phone! He must be in the wardrobe then!"

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

"Oh, that’s not really the best place for her, is it?"

"She was drawn there, they’re waiting for her."

"Where are they? Up on the ceiling?"

"See her face!"

"Well, well, well…"

Day 6 at this new mental health clinic. My room mate (the room mate I shouldn’t even have because I booked a private room) is a recovering heroine addict going through severe withdrawals who keeps me up every night from 1am without fail.

This place is a bit balls and all my friends have given up on me and moved on.

So basically life is fucking AWESOME.


Why is this not in my life and would it be wrong to go out tomorrow to check it out in person and then purchase it and live happily ever after with it just think of how many books I could cram into those cupboards

Hnnnng. I saw this bed today and lady jizzed all over it and the show room floor. My word.

(via burn-me-away)


The little “smile” at the end is the cutest.

that is the fucking cutest thing ever

(via duskyducks)

Clinic three rejects me. Thanks again universe. Seriously though, when do I get a break?

(via 138-are-we-deactivated20140311)

Another clinic turns me away. Fucking excellent! It’s not as though I’m running out of time.
It’s not as though admission is usually not this much of a fucking conquest. I’m just not meant to get help. The universe doesn’t actually have any sort of use or purpose for me so it’s trying to get rid of me. Done deal.

At this moment in time I’ve never been more unhappy with my life. It actually feels like there’s a force out there working against me. I’ve never felt lonelier. My friends hate me and don’t want to be around me because of an illness I haven’t learnt to control yet. It’s getting harder to find reasons to get better. There’s nothing I’m fighting for anymore.

(via blinded-youth)

Just found out nan’s tumor is malignant and “the worst possible kind”, meaning chemo probably won’t work and if it does she’ll be on it until she “gives up the fight”. Seems unfair. She’s the loveliest, most caring woman I know who has made every effort to take care of herself even into old age.
My poor father.



Fuck you, world, for not letting this be mine.

Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your own presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.

Alice Koller (via alighthouseofwords)