This is my best friend, Aidan. He puts up with my shit time after time; he listens to ‘We Are Young’ even though it makes him want to gauge his eyes out because he knows I love it; he listens to me when I tell him to buy mustard yellow chinos; he turns off the shower when I’m lying in the bath yelling about how much I hate the world at midnight when he has work the next day; he buys me nachos sometimes; he loves me, and anyone else who is deserving, unconditionally, which I think is the best gift anyone could ever give. I love him more than I can explain & I’m so excited for the day someone comes along and does the same. xo

This is my best friend, Aidan. He puts up with my shit time after time; he listens to ‘We Are Young’ even though it makes him want to gauge his eyes out because he knows I love it; he listens to me when I tell him to buy mustard yellow chinos; he turns off the shower when I’m lying in the bath yelling about how much I hate the world at midnight when he has work the next day; he buys me nachos sometimes; he loves me, and anyone else who is deserving, unconditionally, which I think is the best gift anyone could ever give. I love him more than I can explain & I’m so excited for the day someone comes along and does the same. xo

Everyone has their demons, it’s whether they choose to share them that determines how their life will go. It’s funny, there’s this one person, and I’d listen to him for weeks if he ever decided to open up to me, but the thought of even starting to tell him what goes on inside my head sometimes scares me half to death. I wonder if it’s mutual. Moreover, I wonder if this is common; two people who could probably help each other, maybe give each other the world, shying away from communication & allowing the sparks to fade? It’s a shame but it seems to be unavoidable.

So to recap:

Aidan and I aren’t speaking.

Jerry and I aren’t speaking.

My mother and I aren’t speaking.

Two of my housemates broke up which potentially compromises everyone’s living situation.

Indigo is in London.

My dad is in an unknown location in the UK.

Nope. It’s not my day.
It’s not my fucking year.

Douglas Coupland is perfect for easy reading - his novels aren’t works of art, they’re not going to change your life or the way you think about the world; but they’re not teen romance, vampire fiction or complete pulp, either. What I mean by this, is that Coupland’s work is the perfect happy medium between Voltaire and Stephenie Meyer. 
On a sunny afternoon, settling down and demolishing ‘Eleanor Rigby’ is, to me, the ideal activity. Coupland’s flashes of brilliance, moments of insight and the heartbreaking exploration into exactly what loneliness means and whether it’s a permanent state, make for ideal consumption if you don’t want to think too much about what you’re reading, but also don’t want your brain to turn to mush.
I have several more Coupland novels lying around, I’m excited to devour them one fragile evening in the bath. 6.5/10.

Douglas Coupland is perfect for easy reading - his novels aren’t works of art, they’re not going to change your life or the way you think about the world; but they’re not teen romance, vampire fiction or complete pulp, either. What I mean by this, is that Coupland’s work is the perfect happy medium between Voltaire and Stephenie Meyer. 

On a sunny afternoon, settling down and demolishing ‘Eleanor Rigby’ is, to me, the ideal activity. Coupland’s flashes of brilliance, moments of insight and the heartbreaking exploration into exactly what loneliness means and whether it’s a permanent state, make for ideal consumption if you don’t want to think too much about what you’re reading, but also don’t want your brain to turn to mush.

I have several more Coupland novels lying around, I’m excited to devour them one fragile evening in the bath. 6.5/10.

This is a picture of me giving you space. I promise to continue doing so until you contact me, if you choose to do so.

This is a picture of me giving you space. I promise to continue doing so until you contact me, if you choose to do so.

(via akanorman)

Stills from filming SlutWalk today. I am a) a serious student and b) really pretty  (Taken with instagram)

Stills from filming SlutWalk today. I am a) a serious student and b) really pretty  (Taken with instagram)

Anonymous asked: What's the appeal of San Francisco for you? You've obviously been there, and I was there for 3 days recently and didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would, so I'm interested to see what interests you about it.

I answered something similar on my personal blog a couple of days ago if you wanna check that out, but since I can ramble about ‘Frisco for days, I’ll do so :)

Things I love about San Francisco:

  • Alcatraz. If anyone’s ever there, take the boat over to Alcatraz, it was one of the best experiences of my life. Looking out at the SF coastline from the prison yard is one of the most beautiful, calming, humbling things I’ve ever done. So inspiring.
  • It’s practically always sunny; being a wimpy Australian, I dig that.
  • The sea lions down at the pier are the coolest fucking creatures on the planet. If I had to be an animal (and elephants weren’t on the list) I’d be one of those. They’re super friendly and if you go down and hang with them they’ll bark at you, which is sick.
  • All the 1950s diners.
  • The atmosphere itself is just so chill and friendly; no-one seems to have an agenda aside from living their life and being happy, which I think is one of the most awesome things ever. You ask someone for directions, they actually stop and help you, rather than just vaguely mumble something; they have a smile on their face whilst doing so and are always willing to help. That was my experience anyway.
  • I just love California in general, but LA is too plastic for me - San Fran just feels real and right, I suppose.

xo

Join the Trevolution #trevi (Taken with instagram)

Join the Trevolution #trevi (Taken with instagram)

Brace yourself, something big’s gonna happen soon.

Brace yourself, something big’s gonna happen soon.

I drunkenly walked to the book shop this morning & got way too stoked on these. S’gonna be a good week.

I drunkenly walked to the book shop this morning & got way too stoked on these. S’gonna be a good week.

Jerry Jerry Jerry Jerry THIS ELEPHANT IS BETTER THAN YOUR POSSUM OMG

Jerry Jerry Jerry Jerry THIS ELEPHANT IS BETTER THAN YOUR POSSUM OMG

I’m not a delicate fucking flower. Use me. Bend me. Break me.

I’m not a delicate fucking flower. Use me. Bend me. Break me.

Anonymous asked: can you give an example of when efanz slut-shamed? i'm a member and anyone who has ever remotely slut shamed anyone has been shut the fuck down. efanz/efagz is actually waging a war against a notorious sexist, slut shaming, emotional abusive youtube "celeb" named onision. we had him removed from the vidcon panel and we are working to have his partnership with youtube revoked. we do not slut shame.

I haven’t looked at efagz/efanz in months, so I can’t give you an example I’m sorry. I just remember when I used to look at the posts about myself (mainly the comments) feeling sick because of all the slut & body shaming going on.

I actually think its great that you guys are taking a stand against Greg or whatever his name is, but when your members come to my blog attacking me not only for my opinions but my looks, it makes me & everyone else you do it to take you a lot less seriously. You guys call me squidward, call me fat, make fun of my hair, teeth, breast size, anything you can think of to bully me for, you do it. You’re shitty, horrible people and no amount of standing against fucking Onision will change that.

I know that was a bit of a tangent but it’s rare I get to communicate with any of you without getting ‘dick nose’ screamed in my face. I wonder if making people feel like shit makes you happy?

 
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