20 year old Scottish Londoner. Dr Martens wearing vegetarian feminist punk lady with bright pink…
I feel like I should say something about my absence for the last two months (if anybody has noticed). I decided I wanted to make my art blog my main blog but because you can’t switch between primary and secondary blogs, I decided to just make a new account. This account has all my art, photos and ramblings on it in the primary blog with a secondary blog for reblogging and inspiration. I haven’t decided whether to delete this account yet, but for people still interested in my blogs, this is where I’ll be posting from now on.
The whole band is absolutely brilliant, the last time I saw them I ended up on stage hugging Mac and singing Still Together, one of the greatest, sweatiest and moshiest gigs I have been to this year.
— By F. Scott Fitzgerald (via ricepuddingagain)
I didn’t sleep until 5am so this morning was all hot coffee, cold shower and the Gits at full volume.
I didn’t think it was possible to love Mission Burrito any more than I do until I found these postcards of two of my favourite things of all time. #batman #starwars #missionburrito
My mum and dad are coming today and I still haven’t worked out whether to tell them about me and Jimmy yet. The photo Benji took of my legs is still circulating which is annoying. We put a spare mattress on our living room floor and we all sat in for movie night last night, it was great. One of my friends made this lovely video of clips she’s been taking secretly the last few weeks and we watched it 3 times, it was so sweet. I feel like I’ve made friends for life already.
I hate it when people comment on this scar I have on my arm. It’s a big nasty burn scar from shoving a clipper into my skin and everyone goes ‘ooh how did that happen?’, as if they want the cool story behind it. Nobody comments on other scars except that one and I hate it the most. I’ve thought so many times about carving a lump out of my arm so I could get a skin graft over it with normal looking scars (as screwed up as that sounds) because people wouldn’t comment on that. I rarely think about scars I have any more, but someone always brings up the bump on my arm.
I got a postcard from my godfather today addressed to Tank Grrrrl. He insists on spelling Mac with a k at the end, just to be quirky. I love him.
Man. I have hardly been on here for like 2 weeks or something and I feel so much better for it. I’m sorry. I haven’t decided whether to delete again or not….I just feel like it’s an effort to post things. I want to make a blog for art stuff and personal posts and maybe outfit posts too, but how how how to start all over again? Like this one now seems to be all personal posts which is fine but I can’t imagine anyone following me for those so this is just to say I might be posting all the art/photography/fashion etc stuff somewhere else or just not having a scrapbook blog at all. I feel overloaded with images and inspiration and I need to cut down on how many images I see every day because seeing too many amazing images every day is too confusing and influences me more than the stuff I see in the world which makes me sad. This used to be a scrapbooking type of blog and I want it to stay that way….but for now I feel like I have enough.