Can’t get over being here.
It’s so ridiculous!
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I’m one of those people who spends hella too much time alone.
Let’s create a salt-circle… in my bedroom. …. something out of a Ghibli film ….. well, if you’ve ever watched anything by Miyazaki, ….nostalgic strangeness … Howl’s bedroom. Look closer, all the “pretty junk” caking his walls, …stolen childhood ….swallowing-a-falling-star….
Hopeless nostalgic before my time.
So that’s a story tumblr clearly doesn’t want me to tell…
I’ve written the caption to those photographs at least 3 times now.
Basically, I’ve decided I’m getting sick of plagiarising other people’s cool shit all the time.
So instead I’ll create a catalogue of boring events in my life.
SO. Basically, these photographs are of a couple of strangers I met in Glastonbury - where else? - anyway, the first guy was a self-professed gulf war veteran, recovered smack addict, and born-again Christian/Buddhist or whatever they call the religion where people use words like ‘energy’ and ‘meaning’. He went by the name of “Froggy”.
The other guy, Timmy, sat down beside me with a bottle of cheap white wine and a box of mince pies (at 11 o’clock in the morning in MARCH). I baldly pointed out the inappropriateness of both these factors and he just looked at me balefully. He had pastry and crystalised fruit all over his face.
“You’re right,” said he. “I need to sort myself out, don’ I?”
At which point Froggy cut in helpfully by gesturing from Timmy to himself, saying, “Look - it’s like before and after, innit?”
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Love how Begnini clearly has NO idea what the hell is going on. Probably doesn’t care either given that he’s OD-ing on espressos.
(Source: beach-side-property)
A man and his muse.
Just some photos from Clementine’s 20th, cause I’m in that kind of mood.
