we are the sparks that never fade

maybe i do like girls after all

there's some things in life you've got to laugh at otherwise you'd cry. the sort of things like how tragically sly and petty some people are; poorly made decisions which a child could've judged better; the daily happenings in the life of a depressed, borderline ocd riddled bipolar 23 year old gay man. to tune it all out, there's always music. so today, after a never-ending shift, i ended up falling asleep on the bus and taking a great big fucking tour around bristol subconsciously listening to, yes you guessed it, gabrielle aplin.

i've got a blank space baby and i'll write your name

just call me wednesday addams

i was going to wait until my view count hit 7500 before staging another giveaway/giveaday/letter sending fiasco but i've just scrolled back through my (surprisingly infuriating) statuses and realised that on 31st august, i said thank you for helping me hit 1000 views. that means, in less than three months, you beauties have clocked/clicked up over 6000 more views. for those who aren't good at maths (hello mum xo) that's about 2000 views a month. 500 views a week. more than 70 views a day. IS THIS A THING?

back to life, back to reality

definitely don't have a bog eye 

well my time off is over and don't i fucking know it. waking up was crippling, leaving the house was brutal, actually being in work was pretty sweet because i missed it but i'm home and i feel rank. proper poorly little puppy i am right now, wrapped up all toasty because WINTER IS HERE which is one good thing i can take from today. also, massive shout out to my nursery babes for being so wonderful today (and all the time) making me feel loved and welcomed back into the warm prison that is adult life. 

each time my heart breaks it's like a new tattoo

gotta get down on friday

well it's time for another thrilling installment of "TATTUESDAY" (one of my best puns, you're welcome). today was pretty impromptu, i only finalised things last night but i was as nervous/excited as ever to head down and get permanently scarred in the name of aesthetic catharsis. my regular tattooist was on holiday (hope spain's nice chris, missing you xo) but john, who is equally as wonderful, was in to catch up with me after doing my first tattoo over five years ago. it was lovely to see him but the actual tattooing was another thing altogether.

gotta get down on friday

my potential friday face

it's the end of the week and that can only mean one thing, right? eat loads of crunchies and cry about being single. if that's not what you're into, maybe hang out with some friends and have a few (hundred) cocktails. if you're poor/off the booze/socially inept/a closeted introvert/a maniac (delete as applicable), here i give you the IDEAL WEEKEND IN. and what a weekend it could turn out to be. it also has every potential to ruin your life and set you back years but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

RIP to the girl you used to see

before the death LOOK a raspberry

god, what a fucking stinker of a day. work was shit, i had a phonecall that lasted an hour which sapped every ounce of emotion from my hollow shell and joan rivers is still dead. it's not been a great few days but d:ream told me that things can only get better so here's hoping, eh? i don't have much else to talk about without using this post to vent every trickle of fury i have inside of me today so instead we'll talk about dead people because that might make us feel better about life. okay? okay.