View from a loo: Tate Modern, London
While Molly was sat next to me at the pub last night I decided I’d write to her.
Translation:
“Dear Molly, How’s it? Just chillin at the Nelson with y’all? I don’t know why I put a question mark there. Also, I look like I’m writin gin Chiller style handwriting. So what’s going on with all that. Also, there’s a bug crawling on my forehead right now. I keep pushing on it to squish it, but I just keep pushing and giving myself a headache. And giving everyone else a headache. Also, shall I roll another J? There definitely should have a “?” there. Are we going to have fun with all o this? “YES WE ARE” - Barack Obama. He is the first black nigga president. I was going somewhere with this, but Amelia started talking about this 15 year old guy. So I’ll chat with you later Pickachu.”
Let’s get naked - Nell Ryder
A few weeks ago at the beach in Wells with Molly and Becky. This amuses me no end.
“Let’s watch”
and
“So how did that go?”
“Well - ooh ooh arr arr!”
This was one of my favourite films when I was a child. Jim Carey is brilliant.
(Source: kimlennox, via thedrollhouse)
To be honest, I don’t spend any time at all thinking about. Let’s be honest, I’m like most people, if it was easier and it was clear I was having an effect, I would jump on board. But I don’t feel like anything I can do would help.