August 2011
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“Anyone on a bus over the age of thirty has been a failure in life…”
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Sunday night.
Alcohol laced coffee, my book and a very quiet house.
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“Equally fragmented, equally absurd, there floated the debris of the soul, broken...”
– The Satanic Verses, Salman Rushdie.
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Anonymous asked: fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
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Getting tattooed next week
“Pain… But who can really remember pain? It’s impossible, you don’t remember it, you only fear it returning. These thoughts are like stitches- you sew together a memory with them and the flesh heals over into a scar. The scar is the memory.”
I’m excited about it now… But I’ll be cranky as hell come Wednesday!
xxx
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You own me.
Lucky you.
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“Not happy, for the music was very dark, but it gave the darkness of my own life,...”
“These are my streets, I grew up here. I am a Londoner.
I accept this city with...”
– The Clothes on Their Backs, Linda Grant.
In Croydon
And the air smells of smoke.
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Men.
No, I don’t want to ‘have fun’ with you.
Just because all I am clearly worth to you is a fuck doesn’t mean that its my duty to open my legs for every man that feels like an easy lay. That doesn’t sound like much ‘fun’ for me.
If that’s what you want then I wish you the best, but please leave me to get on with holding out for someone who actually...
“Hot coffee is like a 37 degree man. They both give you courage to face the day.”
– Xiaolu Guo
See you when the sun sets East
Don’t forget me.
