Writing, cut-outs, photos, photoshopped stuff.. all the out-come of a rough couple of days. Please excuse me.








Revelation. A revealing of information never
previously known. A moment of realisation that
somehow shocks or changes the receiver.

She was shocked. Taken aback, I think they'd
say. Taken too far back, she'd say. Back to
that moment and that night; back to the memory
of that thing that he'd done. Back, but with a
strangely different and alien perspective - a
perspective she had no idea how to handle.

It wasn't 'til that moment that she realised
how much she'd let it underpin her thinking. It
wasn't until the whole earth crumbled beneath
her feet that she realised exactly what she'd
been standing on.

And all because she learned she wasn't the only
one.

It should have been comforting. It should have
helped. She should have found reassurance in
the knowledge that this bold, confident young
woman she so adored had been there too - that
he'd tried to weave his ways with her as well.
It should have made her feel less vulnerable;
less like the weak and easy target she'd since
perceived herself to be.

But it didn't.

It didn't help. It made her feel stupid and
ashamed that she'd fallen where others had
stood strong; that she'd believed the words
that others knew were lies.


She was the one who'd been stupid and naive.
She was the one who, at 18 and with no
boyfriend present or past, had fallen for his
words and allowed herself to be fooled. She
was the only one who'd let herself get into
that mess; the only one who'd allowed herself
to be in the situation where he could do what
he did and make it all her fault.


It was still all her fault.

She should have felt better in the promise that
he hadn't done it only to her. Instead she felt
worse. Shameful and shaken; thoroughly disgusted
by her own ignorant innocence; terrified of her
blindness; sorrowed for her friend; floored by
the obscurity of her thoughts; and miserably,
infinitismaly worse.




[^an old one i just rediscovered]


[because of this song.]

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you turn rough into beautiful

xo

Wow...Am pretty much floored... again.

Bless yas <3

the first picture...omg....<3333333 it

LOL my silly little cut-out thing? You're too kind! Thank you.

It ISN'T silly. I LOVE TEH CUT-OUT THING! The idea... that you cut it out, and then photographed it so purposefully and perfectly. Dammit!! Be nice to teh cut-out thiiiiing!

i iz bein nice! i'm just observing it's pointlessness.

Absolutely nothing, is pointless. What appears so...Oh man..ask it what it's up to.

i asked the deer. It just looked at me blankly.

Now i am suspicious.

-.- heh Gooooooooood

A typically wet day in Glasgow..


Borders' Mighty Boosh sack race..



The very lovely Noel Fielding of the Mighty Boosh


If you don't know who he is, you must watch his stand-up and the Mighty Boosh soup song.
"You've got a face, I've got a face.. it's all gonna be alright!"
"I love your shins. Where'd you get them?! Genius shins!"
<3

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