Someone at a bar last weekend said to me, after asking for software advice, “I refuse to use a crApple.”
I asked why—ignoring the “crApple” bit—which I shouldn’t have done, because when someone says something that ridiculous it isn’t worth talking more about their computer habits. But I’m a glutton for punishment. He said, “Because it only has one mouse button.”
I laughed hard for about 15 seconds and then said something along the lines of “go fuck yourself.”
THIS. So perplexed by the people who insist that my Macbook has no right-click.
I’ve seen how photosets look now (great, but could do with more tweaks and customisation). Now trying to see if they still minimise the images in multi-photo text posts.
I don’t understand big hideous tats. I really don’t. If you’re going to get something stylish and impressive then, okay. But hideous misrepresented hearts and weird kanji just… isn’t my thing. I guess the big tats finance the small tats though, so.
I should probably make a pact with myself to move to any blogging / social site I want until I turn 21, then this nonsense should cease. But then I realise, I’m moving to France, I’m going to have more content to share than I had in the last 19 years, it is probably a good time to decide and desist.
wee : BYE
me : ok la bye
wee : when a guy says bye angrily you cannot say bye you must be like “no baby dont go”
Tonight I walked home without music, only the sound of the night for company. A moment between when life happens, when you feel to the tips of your toes your entire being and existence, right there right then. I was commuting in a strange emptiness after parting ways with a friend who makes me smile, but it wasn’t a bad emptiness. In the end there is only the night, and darkness, and the thought of being lonely forever is somehow comforting.
Lowkey: I’ve always wanted to be that girl that’ll leave a mark so deep, you can’t get rid of it. I want to affect someone in a way that they’ll struggle to live their life contently without me. I want to be the missing piece to their puzzle—that if you lost me, you’d fight for me back with every bit of you. I guess in a way, I just want to be reassured that I’m not worthless because I’m so tired of that feeling coming back to me.
*insert this same gif but with Draco instead of Snape*
Someone needs to find me this interview, pronto. I have been a Dramione shipper for oh, I don’t know, close to a DECADE now. UST, you guys. UST. This is the BEST news I have heard about HP in years, seriously!
4 am, 8 hours till I need to be at the embassy one last time to pick up my passport and I’m wide awake thinking on things. Not very sure why I am back here - promised to keep all my rambly bits and pieces to 750 words. I guess humans need humans. It was interesting how much better Z and I felt after internet-yelling at each other for a while about completely unrelated things we were/are each angsting about. I keep trying to write - juggling four different worlds in my head now - and I find that more than vocabulary or grammar or style I have this huge problem with the narrative voice. Even my own voice in personal essays and descriptive writing keeps editing itself, constantly trying to become something instead of just being. On top of that, I have to hear the voices of a million other characters and unseen narrators? Shit just got real. Also, post-processing is driving me crazy. Digital colours, you are the bane of my life. Give me 120 film and a TLR anyday. The square format is looking increasingly attractive.
So, I haven’t seen any particularly inspiring or uplifting images recently. Seeing as I unfollowed all my tumblrs - any suggestions?