hairy men

i am again, on heat. i have a blog which i have been trawling and drooling over for the last hour;

http://fuckyeahindieboys.tumblr.com/

some beautys.

i am quite picky with my indie boys though. i dont like the skinny fashionista ones. i like the dirty, hairy, grizzly ones. or the ones that look like some sort of crossbread between a Victorian and a hippy. mmm.
i likey.

especially at the moment, robin pecknold.

mood

“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.”

thank you einstein.

4 years today <3

shinyhappymoon

my life is making me smile at the moment.
i have no idea why. ive never been this bad...

i did badly in my first semester at university....
i got a verrrry average mark on my essay...
i rarely get up to see daylight...
i don't actually ever really get in to college...
i feel ill most of the time...
im not eating...
my head is very confused over a situation im in...
i need to wee all the time...
and i have a spot right in the middle of my chin

but im mad happy. this really doesn't make any sense for me, nevermind for you. im not generally all that happy. hmmm.....

think imma gunna make this into my proper blog....yi?

likey....

ok from now. as a baba project for myself, as often as i can remember im going to write on here with something i am particularly fond of at that moment. my likes if you will...

so today....
mumford and sons song timshel, beauty lyrics. a snippet...
But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

i love the meaning of the word 'timshel' too, in hebrew it means 'thou mayest', meaning that man has the choice to overcome sin and evil, or let sin and evil defeat you. but the point is, its your choice.

journal

how would you like to hang out with the moon?

i like men

i dont know quite what's wrong with me at the moment. i think i may just permenantly be on heat. im checking out like 100 men/boys a day. when i say boys i dont mean small children, but even from like age 16 up. what is wrong with me. i lahooove the male species and appreciate next to all forms of which you all come in. i find myself appreciating the obvious crack addict tramp's bonestructure, a 16 year old school boys olive skin, many a rugged beard, imagining myself hand in hand with the suited businessman in sainsburys, anyone in a checkered shirt. i can find something attractive in ANYONE at the moment. lets hope this is a phase. maybe moving to Bath is what did it to me. you bath men, you're just irresistable.
oh, and i have a BIG thing at the moment about men on bikes, with shorts. well one in particular. mmmm.

book peeks

i read in a book called 'illustration play' who rob ryan is looking at the moment.

photographer tim walker- i like, very alice in wonderlandy and circus. i like the dresses hanging in trees lit up. beautiful, dream like shoots.

illustrator maira kalman- its allright.

am listening to old old kings of leon stuff, his scratchy voice is all around, attacking my ears and i like it. i like pure gravel voices that almost hurt to listen to but still sound beautiful at the same time. spices up the listening a bit.