February 2012
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Na-ah. No fair. I awake at quarter to seven to get up and shower to make sure I’m clean and ready for the day’s conference, but when I turn on the shower, the hot water dies. I have spent the past fifteen minutes trying to make it work. I would have a hard enough time if I was spending the day at home not showering, but going out? To a conference? Which I will be at until six pm this...
Feb 11th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 10th
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Dressed in black, clash of red scarf…aaaand then navy blue boots. I know, I know. But practicality over fashion, my dears. I have to walk to campus and back, and I don’t want to slip in this damn snow. 
Feb 10th
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A: not gonna lie, I'm naked
B: meeooowww
A; reverse strip tease
B: not gonna lie, I'm disappointed
Feb 8th
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Tell me that you didn’t forget. I won’t believe you, anyway. 
Feb 8th
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Feb 8th
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Feb 8th
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I think - dare I say it?! - that my Dramaturgy project is finished.
Feb 8th
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I have been awake for an hour now, and I have yet to do anything productive. I slept quite well (though I awoke at half past eight from a strange nightmare), but my limbs feel leaden, heavy, and I could quite easily curl back up under the sheets and lie there for the rest of the morning at least. My nightmare was strange because it contained images I have not had to worry or dream about for a few...
Feb 8th
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Feb 8th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 7th
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That awkward moment when your friend doesn't...
B: You need my discipline? O.o what. do I need to whip you or something..
Feb 7th
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Feb 7th
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Early lunch - ham sandwiches cut into triangles, Austrian smoked cheese cut into circles, a few squares of Bourneville dark chocolate,and a mug-shaped cup of tea. Want some?
Feb 7th
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A: LIZZIE-BETH. FETCH THE GUNS. I'LL ROUND UP THE CATS. WE'VE BEEN PUTTING UP WITH THIS SHIT FAR TOO FUCKING LONG, AND MY DRAMATURGY PROGRAMME WRITING ISN'T GOING VERY WELL RIGHT NOW, SO I SAY IN THE IMMORTAL WORDS OF SOME TWAT OR OTHER LET'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, SHARPISH
B: ALL RIGHT SKIPPER
A: MEET YOU OUT FRONT, SEXY? fuck me, that sounded like an innuendo. A fucking good one, too.
B: SMOKE ME A KIPPER. I'LL BE BACK FOR BREAKFAST.
A: WHAT? LIZZIE-BETH, I AM SERIOUS ABOUT THIS FUCKING SHIT. THERE WILL BE NO BREAKFAST, ONLY BAD-ASS-ERY.
Feb 7th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 6th
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Reblog if you dare someone to write a fic about...
iandsharman:onceuponarainynight:lem0n-entry Aww, come on tumblr, it would be so cool! I could use the amusement. http://felixculpa.tumblr.com/ask If you’re lucky, I will return the favour :D
Feb 6th
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Hallo tumblr :D
Feb 6th
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Feb 6th
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“He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via girlinlondon)
Feb 6th
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New Blog Post: If You Die in SL...Don't Touch →
Feb 6th
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A: Talking to a friend last night, he told me that some of his female friends in the US sleep with girls, kinda casually, because girls are better lovers
B: I'm sure they're more.. cuddly
A: I'm not sure "cuddly" is what he means
Feb 6th
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So, it took me a hell of a long time to fall asleep last night. I guess part of me was hoping that the phone might ring, or that a message might come through that might still my mind, or at least spark it up in brighter ways. No such came, and somehow I managed to make it through to this morning.  I feel an incredible sense of being cheated. And rough. I probably look it. A cup of Yorkshire tea...
Feb 6th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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If you’re not even going to fight for me, I don’t know what you expect me to do. 
Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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Was I ever worth fighting for?
Feb 5th
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“Nothing to say?” You’ve got to be kidding me. How dare you. When are you going to open eyes and think about somebody other than yourself? I’m sorry tumblr. It is not like me to air my dirty laundry in public and I suppose, in a way, I’m not really saying anything revealing. I just cannot get over this. I cannot get over the nerve of it. And I need to vent. Here is...
Feb 5th
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B: I have a tram map on my head because I got so confused at what John was muttering at.
A: Lololololololol, on your head?
B: yes, to try and absorb knowledge.
Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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“God may or may not exist. But misery is real. It is absolutely real, and utterly...”
– Gretchen. The Body Thief - Anne Rice (via burningbutterfly)
Feb 5th
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How oblivious can one man be?!
Feb 5th
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‘I imagine you on your own, lost in a city, unprotected…you have no friends’ Not bloody fucking likely. I have teeth and claws and, more importantly, a spine. I have a whole host of marvellously wicked, sharp-tongued friends that I know I can count on - and we don’t have to speak every day to know that the affection is there.   It makes me so angry to think that you...
Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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BBC News - 'Failure week' at top girls' school to... →
About time, in my opinion.
Feb 5th
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B: but you'd have to be a stick insect to fit into that cup of tea
Feb 4th
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Feb 4th
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Feb 4th
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I have begun to feel a little like John Cage. “I have nothing to say, and I am saying it”.
Feb 4th
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