all i've got are these photographs

i hate pink but i love this 

i meant to blog about this little beauty a while back but i got caught up with giveaways and tattoos and eating cereal alone in bed. for someone who fucking hates having their photo taken, i really like photographs. instagram is a personal favourite app of mine and i think it's really important to document the lovely little things that happen in your life. i'm also a big fan of polaroids (who isn't?) and so, whilst looking for a cheap camera and film, i came across another app which had the potential to change my life.

show me what you got

SKULLS also from japan

it's been a "while" since i bought stupidly pointless things and so talking about that is definitely overdue. ebay has been my friend recently and after years of neglecting it, i'm quite content to be back in the driver's seat of my own bankruptcy. amazon is one thing but the bargains that lie hidden in the dark and dreary depths of ebay are something special and that excitement/crippling fear/life threatening fury when you're bidding on shoes that are too small is wonderful.

and i am a material girl

send help SOS

why is buying stuff so much fun? whether i'm browsing a local charity shop or savagely searching for a sale top in zara, there's that rush. don't even get me started on internet shopping CHRIST ALIVE that's another kettle of fish. i know some people are savers but really, in the end, it gets spent on a house or a car or a holiday or some surgery. and right now, i am about as far from buying those things as humanly possible so, whilst i'm young and irresponsible, i too often think "oh fuck it, i need another black and white candle holder". 

tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that i can't say

hefty muthas 

today is a bad day. one of my headphones broke. i know it sounds dramatic but that is maybe the worst thing that could ever happen to any human anywhere ever. if both break, it's done, your fate is sealed, you just buy a new pair or listen to the world. if one breaks, you spend hours fiddling with the wires, eventually holding them in place as you walk around so you can listen to stooshe through both ears. but no, one broke. and instead of logically returning to my pink pair (god no) i went out and splurged on new ones.

i'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop

everybody needs a tiny grater

working in a nice part of bristol means that the charity shops in the surrounding area are full of genuinely nice things. we're talking designer clothes, expensive looking homeware and pricey jewellery. you've got to be on top of your game if you're going to pull out a chanel necklace but your hours of attacking the rails pay off in the end. most of the time anyway.

like a candle in the wind

sorry

i spent £55 in primark yesterday WAIT COME BACK and i managed to blag nearly my own body weight in completely inessential inappropriate indecent items. shopping alone is maybe one of my all time favourite things to do. crack on some embarrassing pop, shut out the world and attack those rails like they're going out of style because they probably are.

the rest is still unwritten

flowers made out of words!

it's scientifically proven that reading books in your spare time makes you more intelligent and attractive to just about everybody* and it's something which i neglected until recently. as an overweight, emotionally delayed tweenager, i loved the escape that came attached to a new story and would sit in my room for hours on end churning through pages of vampire slaying action just to head back out straight after to buy another one. i might be a bit slimmer at the start of my adulthood but very little else has changed.