Marcus 25-Aug-2016

“how did you sleep :’) did Diana get you ;)”

We went to the cinema to see lights out (I think that’s it).
Was jumpy as shit! Straight in with the scares absolutely no time to even breath about it. Really enjoyed it we did. Not so sure about the other cinema-goers hahaha
We were well loud and kicking seat and throeing sweets out of fear hahahah

xx G xx


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JayJa 18-Aug-2016

“I’ve got sweaty ass mushrooms and kale in my fridge”

hahahah, I went back to his after going out and left my left overs from work in his fridge.
i never eat the stuff I take home I always forget and it goes moldy. but the mold belongs to you this time suckaaa!!

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Call the Samaritans

An unbalanced life is unsustainable.

Take care of your health, it’s all you really have, the rest is icing on the cake.

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Vlaure 15-Aug-2016

“Remember after the boat party when we were dancing to tunes loving life in bunkyard and then alice came up with her white foundation face pissed as a fyart”


A friend that we met travelling had gone to the bathroom to put some make-up on but obvy because we were in India she had got a tan so her foundation from home was too light for her now, it was quite funny really. We were all drunk and happy so it didn’t mean a thing what we looked like.

xx  G xx

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I think I might be having a rough start to the day.

Mate, no wonder I feel slightly insane recently.
Scrolling through facebook and watching a video of a black man being held down by 3 police officers, getting punched whilst being restrained. Obviously this is upsetting.
Then the next video is of a huge majestic dog being held up like Simba to operatic music. Obviously this is beautiful.
Sorry emotions and thought processes I thought you wanted to be ragged and confused.

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Fuck being human.

Just fuck it. Just for a few days or something. That’d be cool with me.

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If I only had to WERK and not work.

I would make art. I would paint and sew and draw grotesque character versions of my loved ones and strangers.
I would write songs and learn great songs on guitar.  would play my guitar at open mic nights and take it to friends’ houses and festivals and play for anyone.
I would read everything, I’d read until my eyeballs were stinging and all the words become wiggly worms.
I would run and climb and skateboard and learn origami folds off by heart.
I would learn be fluent in as many languages as possible. Probably in the following order:

  1. French
  2. Spanish
  3. Portuguese
  4. Polish
  5. Hindi
  6. Swedish or Danish
  7. German
  8. Mandarin
  9. Japanese
  10. Vietnamese

But before all of those I would learn sign language.
I would watch SO MANY movies. All kinds, with anyone, in any country, in any kind of setting.
I would never stop dancing. I’d dance until I died.
I would write poems, and stories and tell stories, write children’s books, adventure novels, plays, movie scripts, short art films, public speeches for big voices, articles for Vice magazine most likely.
I would make my own clothes, and make gifts for people all the time even if it wasn’t even their birthday or anything, just make a gift for them because they should have a gift.
I would make hilarious GIFs and memes, or more likely seek them out.
I would have a nap every single time I wanted to nap. No exceptions, No Ragrets.
I would volunteer with the elderly and spend time with kids, so I could appreciate my
I would listen to music all day and have my friends and that bring round CDs or whatever of their music and get cultured.
I would binge watch Ru Paul’s Drag Race, OITNB, The L word, Louis Theroux’s weird weekend, Attack on Titan, and Avatar Korra.
I would climb, learn to climb big huge fuck off rocks that look like ‘how the fuck could you climb that?!’.
I would lie down on my back for a whole day just day dreaming. Only breathing.
I would cook great feasts for whomever decided to come, learn new recipes everyday and get fat trying it all, but wouldn’t cause I would climb and run and skateboard and play songs to people. I would bake my own bread, and make birthday cakes for people without them asking, and even with them asking.
I would go to Iceland and look at art and get frost bite from staring at Aurora Borealis.
I would read lots about art and visit lots of galleries, maybe I already said that. I would do it again eventually anyway because the art would change I suppose.
I’d get to know the entire world, to at least acquaintance level.
I would have really long telephone calls that would just come to an end naturally as it felt right.

I would have more baths.                                                                                                          maybe.

and adopt at least 4 dogs.

xxxx G xxxx

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