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I spend the majority of my days attempting to escape the reality I find myself dealt with.
Ask me anything

I haven’t updated for months. I haven’t really had anything to say. But eventually words have found me again, only if they are small. I’m after a new start again, I’ve had a return of the crave to run away to someplace where nobody knows my name. Over the next year, I’ll be doing my utmost to make this achievable. In the mean time, I think I’ll start with a new blog.

The promises of this world are, for the most part, vain phantoms; and to confide in one’s self, and become something of worth and value is the best and safest course.

Michelangelo. (via thegoatandthehoe)

What a tangled web I have weaved for myself. I seem to be leaving a path of destruction through no fault of my own and I have no idea how to stop it all.

I truly dislike coming across those inevitable people who put every ounce of your self-restraint and will power to the test. I really do despise the self-righteous, spoilt children of society. So, to hell with self-restraint; I’m going to burst your bubble. And it’ll be fun.

Four.

I’ve been by myself for four days now, spending my days without seeing or speaking to another soul. Strangely enough, I think I prefer life this way. Whilst I’m away from home at least. I dread the return of human company when it isn’t on my own terms. And you’ve become far too close for comfort.


A Chinese proverb says an invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangled, but never be broken. 

A Chinese proverb says an invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangled, but never be broken. 

(Source: georgiabrokensmile)

“Education and intelligence are two different things. Intelligence comes from experience, from reality. You can do two things when you have a lot of bad luck, you can get pissed off, feel sorry for yourself and blame everybody else. Or you can say ‘shit happens’. I’d like to say I was born a legend, but it took me a while. But, Iam a legend. Every time I interact with people, everyone’s different, I’m learning, I’m keeping on top of my game…

Sometimes you get different things going on. One guy was having a bad day on the tube the other day and told me to fuck off when all I said was ‘hello’. But then, on the other hand, I stopped a robbery on a train in my fifties, against five street kids in Sydney. I’ve been like this a long time. The University in Canberra did an experiment with people about personal space. They’d get all up in your face and threaten you. They said to me, “You’re very unusual, you don’t have any personal space,” which is true. I find if you keep calm there’s never any problems. People say some funny things to me, but I’d say over 90 percent of people, I win round. One thing I’ve learnt, and it’s a hard lesson to learn, is what other people think of you is none of your fucking business. Forget about it.” 

The Happiest Man in the World (via VICE)

Took the dog for a huge walk. I may now rename him seabiscuit.

New Year’s Eve: just another fabricated commodity that we’re all told to buy into. If you want a new start, if you crave change, if you want things to be different; then just go and do it. You don’t need a New Year for a new beginning. You need courage.

Less than 48 hours ago

The most inspirational person I know died. Matt, a friend of mine from sixth form was 19 years old when he was diagnosed with cancer. After going into remission once, he relapsed a couple of months ago and was finally told there was nothing else they could do for him around a week ago. Less than 48 hours ago, Matt left this world. I’ve never been religious, or believed in a higher power or a better place as Matt did, but his story really calls into question everything I believed in before. His positivity was never ending and so here I am paying it forward, in the hopes that it may put some peoples Christmas’ into perspective:

http://mattknellupdates.blogspot.com/

This is Matt’s story. The bravest person I have ever known, who died at 20 years old. I never realised how lucky I was before having the privilege to know someone like him. Rest in Peace.

When somebody spells the word ‘thought’ as ‘fort’:

They genuinely deserve a swift kick in the nuts. I have never wanted to face-plant at someone’s stupidity more.

Hannah, myself, Ellen and Georgie at Welly. Obviously the photographer was too fond of their flash.

House hunting is so disheartening.

Off to look at another round of shitty houses for next year. Forgot how painful finding somewhere to live was.

‘Horn, Þou shalt wel swyÞe/ Mi longe serewe lyÞe;/ Þou shalt wiÞoute strive/ Habbe me to wyve’

Spending my evening translating medieval poetry and enjoying every second. Nerd alert.

Last night we went to welly. Some guy told me I was fat for a ‘joke’. What ever happened to nice guys? And since when did being a size 8-10 constitute as being fat? The thing is I tired my hardest not to let it get to me, but it did. When you come out of a bad relationship, start to feel good about yourself again and then get kicked back down by some stranger, you can’t help but feel like every single nasty comment that’s been said to you over the past year is true. Mostly, I feel disappointed in myself for not just turning around and telling whoever that guy was to fuck off, instead of shying away and getting a taxi home as I did. I wonder at what point it is that strangers feel as if they have the right to make a comment about a person that they don’t know? Reaffirming my hate for the human race.

Last night we went to welly. Some guy told me I was fat for a ‘joke’. What ever happened to nice guys? And since when did being a size 8-10 constitute as being fat? The thing is I tired my hardest not to let it get to me, but it did. When you come out of a bad relationship, start to feel good about yourself again and then get kicked back down by some stranger, you can’t help but feel like every single nasty comment that’s been said to you over the past year is true. Mostly, I feel disappointed in myself for not just turning around and telling whoever that guy was to fuck off, instead of shying away and getting a taxi home as I did. I wonder at what point it is that strangers feel as if they have the right to make a comment about a person that they don’t know? Reaffirming my hate for the human race.

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