I realise it shouldn't matter where you learn but what you learn.
However, i can't help but feel desperately jealous of the lucky people who get to study within the gothic walls of the Royal Holloway, University of London.
In comparison, my university was a veritable crap heap.
And i didn't learn very much at all.


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Paper Birds

I wouldn't even know where to start.

found via Colossal


New trainers to continue whipping my lazy butt into shape.
I skip, so i literally get whipped sometimes.
I have the marks on my arms post-slog to prove it.
Not the most graceful of people, i'll admit.

I bought these to replace my Onitsuka Tigers, which are oh so pretty but in no way functional.
My ankles were suffering.
These neon beauties are Nike Lunarglide+2's.
They are stupidly comfy and have more than enough bounce in them to cushion my pitiful ankle bones.
They retail at around £80.
I got them unused and dirt cheap on eBay.
I win at purchasing.

Now all i need is this vest and i'll be a very happy and amused girl:
Jigglypuff always was a favourite of mine.


via Emily and Jim

'To the grey Sacristy of San Lorenzo
tourists come whispering lest they waken
this self-absorbed statue and it assail
each prying one of them, lest a stone hand
uplift to point and the stone head utter,
slowly turning, "Wrongdoing and shame prevail!"

Once all drowsy in Carrara. Harmlessly,
unnumbered shadows brooded under the weight
of rock-ledges, lizards hardly animate.
Then certain men came. Still the stone's cry
safe and soundless, still the statue slumbered
in the refuge of the rock's estate.

But, soon, massive slabs were brutally urged
from the mountain — the half-bright, half-stripped bodies
of workmen struggling in dazzle and bone-
white powder of marble, smoking sunlight.
How could they discern the one waking there
or hear stone words in the larynx of the stone?

And later, in Florence? Only the sculptor
heard the statue, almost delivered, crying
"Dear to me is sleep, dearer to be at peace,
in stone, while wrongdoing and shame prevail.
Not to see, not to know, would be a great blessing."
So the statue pleaded, so the sculptor ceased.

More than four hundred years since they set out
from Carrara, each mile cursed and supervised.
The body in the rock staying young but the hair
turning grey and the face ageing utterly —
its idioplasm fixed, its night-accepting look
despairingly defined in the eyes not there.

Now, this evening, on exercise, three warplanes
dive on Carrara, flee, return, rehearse
radioactive speeds so shamelessly
that, in the x-rayed mountain, another
fifty million statues cower, unhatched,
and not one, stone-enslaved, wanting to be free.'

- Dannie Abse
(Crepuscolo (Evening) is one of the partly finished statues by Michelangelo in the Medici Chapel, San Lorenzo.)


'I am the Nom Beast!'

- My sister.
She's a funny girl.

Watching: Blade Trinity




'I was jittering from one foot to another, wanting to do something. I didn't want them to discuss how lovely my wife was, I wanted them to go out and search for my fucking wife. I didn't say this out loud, though; I often don't say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and I compartmentalise to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.'

This book makes you say 'fuck'.
A lot.

'What the fuck?'
'Oh my fuck!'
'Why in the...fuck!'

It can't be helped.

You know how i complained the story was far too relatable?
Well i take it back.
I was beyond wrong.
This book has not just 'left' the reservation.
Oh no.
Gillian Flynn's story has gleefully scampered its crazy little self off into the woods to bark at trees and feed on the animals.
You can practically taste the iron.
I'm not even exaggerating.
My face has been set in a permanent state of,

'What the fuckery did i just read?'

for the past three days.

Don't believe me?
Then read away my friends!
I'll be surprised if you don't drop the f-bomb at least once.

I've dropped a few more since finding out who's been cast as the two lead characters in the upcoming Fincher adaptation.
But it's Fincher, so i'll give him the benefit of the doubt.
Especially as i was totally unsure at first of Rooney Mara playing Lisbeth Salander and now i can't think of anyone but her being that character.
But Baffleck?
He's the greatest.
The bomb in Phantoms.
But as Nick?
Nuh uh.
Just no.
I am not happy.

Ps. This biblical mess happened today in the nation's capital.
3 inches of rain in 15 minutes.
With some thunder and lightning as an added bonus.
Noah, where's my fucking ark?

mario love

You can't even start to comprehend how happy this makes me.

the shivers

ged and amy

'But you must not change one thing, one pebble, one grain of sand, until you know what good and evil will follow on the act. The world is in balance, in Equilibrium. A wizard's power of Changing and of Summoning can shake the balance of the world. It is dangerous, that power. It is most perilous. It must follow knowledge, and serve need. To light a candle is to cast a shadow...'
A Wizard of Earthsea feels like a tale that has been told for centuries.
Spun a thousands times round a glaring fire by 'wise' old men, drunk on nostalgia and grandpa's backwater moonshine.
Not something penned in the late 60s.
I don't know how LeGuin does this, perhaps with a little magic of her own.
Whatever way, she does it with a great sea of majesty and not a drop of insincerity.
I think i'm going to love her.
So, from a book that felt like a mystical hug to one that's driving me insane.
I had to stop myself from hurling it across my bedroom last night it made me so mad.
I settled on vigorously flipping it the bird instead.
The characters are so petty and ugly and...human.
How dare they be so recognisably fallible.
If i'm going to inflict the painful breakdown of a marriage upon myself, then i'm gonna need some fantasy crap to go with it.
Maybe a dragon here, a manticore there.
A spell gone awry.
Even just some casual vampirism will do.
I have more than enough of my own crap to deal with in reality.
I do not want to have to wade through and make sense of anybody else's, let alone anybody fictional! 

Saying all that.
I cannot put this bloody thing down.
I blame my sister.
There will be vengeance.

some other way

hit me




this is the sea

catching fire



Personally, i love thunder.
But i couldn't resist.

seventh son

Hi there Jeffrey, what's going on with your voice there?
Need a lozenge?


High School

'There is a smile of love,
And there is a smile of deceit,
And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet.

And there is a frown of hate,
And there is a frown of disdain,
And there is a frown of frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain;

For it sticks in the heart's deep core,
And it sticks in the deep back bone.
And no smile that ever was smil'd
But only one smile alone,

That betwixt the cradle & grave
It only once smil'd can be;
But when it once is smil'd,
There's an end to all misery.'

The Smile

suspects and graces

Suspects I (The Three Graces)


I've been bawling my eyes out for the past 15 minutes.
I remember this feeling too well.
Family, do not watch this.
Or anyone who's lost a beloved animal.

act ii

even if we try

The only sound that would make me go to church.

sinking stone

So...i'm not getting over this song any time soon.




Oh, Summer.
You're a peach.

Ps. If you're looking for something that's the Hunger Games...but not, then Legend's a pretty good choice.
Along with:

Hell, just look at this list.


I'm what you would call...done.
I don't even like these characters.
God dammit.

lost in some city

(oil and pen in negative)

after lights out

After Lights Out

'Night no longer exists. City lights cover up the stars, and cell phone screens lighten even the darkest of alleyways. And soon, imagine a world in which our lights render even the sun gratuitous.

In the darkness of space, light is a beacon of hope. What if darkness in our world once again overtook the night and as an affect, transforming even the most insignificant light into an exception – a mystical phenomenon ?

In a world in black and blue, the single incandescence of a bulb could be the greatest promise of an adventure about to start.'