I want bacon.
Not sure if I want bacon or the weed I ate wants bacon.
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Hard work means playtime at Benj’s
Been doing 12 hour days so went to have lovely time with Benj yesterday.
Spent the afternoon working on art things and watching telly.
Made a gorgeous tea together and had some wine.
Danced around the living room to the B52’s.
Got drunk and decided to go look at weird scarecrows. They make great conversation.
Gave up a third of the way because we saw the pub and I had to pee. Decided to pop in for one and resume our scarecrow walk.
Rich was there, ended up having beers and shots and taking him home with us, where we tried to watch the awfulness that is the newest underworld. Ended up watching something horrible so the boys stopped whining, but I hid under the blanket because it was pretty gross and I couldn’t tell you anything about it except angry man Rich has gay fantasies about.
Me and Benj threw stuff at each other at 4 in the morning because I was grumpy my bed wasn’t made. Until he killed me under pillows and I yelled FUCK OFF a million times until Rich made the bed. Then I yelled at Rich and they both found it hilarious.
Got about 4/5 hours sleep. Had tea and cake for breakfast, and an ice pop.
Love my best friend so much.
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Giant box of brownies (made by me) and a sweet painting (wrapped up) with a handmade card for Mami.
Took this ages ago and didn’t remember. Ready to go out for mothers day with Mami and Abuela.
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- one third of me: I want a girlfriend so much, relationships are so cute aw
- one third of me: sex sex sex I want sex fuck relationships lets be slutty lol
- one third of me: fuck everyone I hate people kill yourselves
That's not very ladylike.: Attention straight people!!!!
And now a message from my wife.
It is not your job to be the bathroom police! If you see someone who appears to be the wrong gender entering your gender’s bathroom there is a 0.01% chance that they are genuinely lost. It is not your job to tell them that they are in the wrong…
11 hour day again today.
Finish at 8 because that’s the latest I can get home.
Gonna go get some dinner and maybe even some ginger tea or if I can’t get that at least some ginger biscuits because my tummy hurts and this is all pretty much irrelevant to everyone else but me but today has been good and I wrote two essays and I have two to go and tomorrow all my textiles is in and I think I’m going to get a B and I really hope so. I was told that I have done the most work out of the class and that I’m the closest to being done so apparently people have a lot more to do between now and wednesday night and I have no idea how they’re managing that. And then all I have left to finish is Graphics and some paintings to do and a little bit of ceramics maybe if I have the time but it isn’t necessary because I’ll have done all the mandatory units. I have until the end of June for those which feels like a while but I know it isn’t because I swear just yesterday I was making my first worksheets for this unit and now I’m finishing my exam dress so it’s kinda crazy how fast and well everythings gone. ANd I am so so so glad that I have been taking this time for the past almost two months barely going out of seeing friends or even really spending much time with my mum because my work has benefited so much for that even though I miss everyone. And it’s half term at the end of this week so I’m seeing Benj and maybe going to Hull one day when he has to to get some shopping done and having a Barbeque which some friends including Benj and Rich and my family are coming to so I get to hang out with everyone for abit. And I’ll still be working but I’ll have a few days off and I’m pretty happy today. Day by day things seem to be going well right now.
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doe-eyes-youre-kidding-yourself:
and then they still don’t care. hurray!
Oh you poor thing…
And I don’t usually reblog this sort of thing, but ah well, aren’t eating disorders just such fun. Not proper medical conditions at all, no, of course not. It’s not like telling an anorexic to eat is like telling a cripple to walk. Because clearly eating disorders are just choices there to get attention, and wear their bones like a badge of honour.
Because everybody wants to be skinny, so why would anorexics people be unhappy? It’s not like that is completely circumventing the underlying physiological reasons for someone becomes so mental distraught that the only way they can feel any sense of balance or self control is through regulating their diet to the point of self-induced starvation.
No, it’s just so one can play one’s ribs like a xylophone. And be lifted by the lightest breeze. And become weak from walking. Heavy chested from breathing. Weighed down by all but the body; eyelids yellow and darkening to a bruised purple against. Knuckles protruding, aching from the smallest flex. Feeling empowered from feeling weak.
Oh the agony to be felt by being so beautiful you could be mistaken for a manikin as any flesh has peeled of and scrubbed away. When all the muscles are exposed and you look like an armature of how you were when you were happy.
But what do I know? I’ve never looked down at a folding belly and wanted to tear it off. Bitch tits - no! I’ve never caught a rib during a hug. Never beaten myself up. Never taken away a part of myself. Never just stared emptily in a mirror. Never cared about body hair, height or posture. Never bitten my nails until they bled. Never punched myself in the fucking head.
No, because I’m just a vapid boy, inconsiderate and so full of myself that the paradox makes me feel empty. No pity for the skinny pricks and fat dick dancing and fucking. No, I’ll drag my nose up from my own arse, my own farce, laugh at my jokes, and stand proud while my back hurts from twisting over and breathing out - seeing what all this ‘looking nice’ is about. I’m happy being hateful, clearly, I’m a jolly cunt. Wonky eyed, and merry. Ill-tempered and perky.
Never flippant, no, not me - never! I’d never lie or be sarcastic, or start rambling; heavens, no; think me past it. I’d never start a sentence and end it in the fucking gutter; stutter and mutter. Cut off because I don’t think what I have got to say is worth hearing, no, that’s not what I’m fearing.
I’ve looked in the mirror, and thought ‘I could be thinner’, then eaten my weight in a day - but then it’s the weekend - I’m in control, fuck the food, I’ll drink tea until I’m full, hip-hip, hooray!
I’ve never gone off the point. I stay focused, always, through and through. Never lied to get my point across, never been sarcastic because being straight up about it would make me want to eat my words, and nothing else.
I fucking love me like a pit-bull loves a toddler. I’m a delight, fuck, I’m the best, the boldest, the strongest, the tallest - hell, I’m the thinnest and the broadest. A cock from here to Hammersmith, with trinkets along the way to boot.
I’m a delight to be around, a delight to be. Good God damn, I’m just so fucking happy to be me.
It’s all been about me, it always has been - my good friend I could never care; whether you think you’re the Mona Lisa or even remotely unfair. Aren’t I nice? Now tell me otherwise, because if there is one person on this earth that I despise more than any other it’s the one cunt more than the other…
You put things into words in a way I understand. I understand a lot, my dearest mumbling muttering stuttering friend. I love you dearly.
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"Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing. He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother’s busy holding your attention every moment you’re awake. He’s making sure you’re fully absorbed. He’s making sure your imagination withers. Until it’s as useful as your appendix. He’s making sure your attention’s always filled. And this being fed, it’s worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what’s in your mind. With everyone’s imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world."
Chuck Palahniuk
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