June 2011
1 post
2 tags
February 2011
4 posts
January 2011
5 posts
want a new life.
“history is to society what memory is to the individual”
how can people be so ignorant of the events that have shaped this world?
December 2010
2 posts
obdurate: “cussed: stubbornly persistent in wrongdoing; flinty: showing callous resistance to tender feelings”.
November 2010
2 posts
what is wrong with me?
October 2010
2 posts
realised i’ve not written a decent post in a while. i’m a bit poor at this commitment thing. every year i try to keep a diary, then get to around june and just flounder, first by a day or two, then to nothingness. keeping an online blog is a damn lot easier to maintain and update, but i can’t seem to dedicate myself to that either. urg.
they dropped french at my college because...
September 2010
34 posts
oh topshop.com, why do you tease me with your beautiful autumn collection that i cannot afford
i wish my degus would stop dipping their little paws in my fishtank. kush is not impressed.
“he thought of her shoulders, wide, smooth and young, that seemed to rise out of her clothes like a mermaid rising from the sea; and her skin and hair, which were somehow warm and sleepy, like a wheatfield in the sun”
- george orwell, keep the aspidistra flying
following on from my last post (it got a like, i’m going to take that as permission to continue), today i spent just over £90 on toys and ledges and perches for my degus so i could bedizen their cage. i rescued my degus - a chap came into work and told me he was moving to australia and couldn’t take any of his pets, and we have an ‘adoption centre’ in store where you can...
my degus are so intelligent for what they are, plump (aah), quirky balls of fur. one of them, hero, has discovered an alternate way to condition his coat when their chinchilla bath has been taken out. there is a loosely-fitting ramp that connects one floor to another, and it forms a perfect 45 degree angle - hero grabs onto the bottom of the ramp and then rolls his body all the way round, meaning...
quiet desperation is the english way
pathetic.
esoteric:
“confined to and understandable by only an enlightened circle”
i used to think candles were one of those things you got for the person who has everything, or to say a meek, polite thank you to somebody you barely know. lately, i have began to appreciate them far more. a topic of debate for most, their use in religious ceremonies is touching and representative of a more simple way of life. their hollow amber glows reassure and calm the soul, a glorified...
recalcitrant:
“fractious: stubbornly resistant to authority or control; hard to deal with or operate; unmanageable”
my word of the day is plump. i really like how it feels on my tongue, and all the lovely things it represents - a great big turkey for sunday dinner, resting your head on pillows concealed in silk, full lips on a natural beauty,
Anonymous asked: If I were to put a loaf of bread into an oven, would it turn into a loaf of toast?
over the course of the past year, i have became increasingly fascinated by bugs. the flying types, the crawling types, all insects imaginable. i used to be a wuss when it came to insects, particularly spiders (as i feel is probably common amongst people these days), but i am gradually warming up to these incredible beings. they are undeniably one of the most diverse classes (subphyla) on the...
untenable:
“indefensible; incapable of being protected or justified”
i need to get out everything that’s been swirling around my head for the past few weeks. i’ve tried writing it down for myself, but the fact i’m not writing for an audience (rather, a potential audience - i don’t think that highly of myself) has made it difficult for me to acquiesce with all...
my word today is hosiery, and if you need a definition for that, then i am truely speechless.
in my head there’s a greyhound station
where i send my thoughts to far-off destinations
so they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here