Sorry to vomit love stuff all over your screen but it's only allowed once a year & there are so many good photos to do with it! You can find all of the images here. & I also added the last one to balance it up a little. So whether your valentine is a boy, a girl, your best friend, a new friend or if you don't have one (I'll totally be your valentine!) screw it & lets just look at some lovely love.

Edit: Thoughts on the Grammys, Lady Gaga arriving in an egg designed by Hussein Chalayan = epic & Florence Welch in Givency Haute Couture did not do it justice. Such a shame.

Happy Valentines!

Tomorrow is my platonic soulmate, Jesus' birthday. He's the idiot who wouldn't let me use a proper one, but anyway it feels like the last birthday we'll have together in a while so... (Plus kudos to anyone who gets the reference of what's in the word bubble)

Thank you for picking me up when I'm down. Thank you for shouting at me when I'm being a dick. Thank you for listening too me when I need to vent. Thank you for making me laugh endlessly, tirelessly. Thank you for consistently fucking up so I'm not always the stupid one. Thank you for not laughing at me when I fuck up. Thank you for wearing weird clothes in inappropriate places & trying to grow mustaches at random intervals throughout the year. Thank you for screaming at the top of your lungs anything I have on in the car & being the only person that would rather do that than talk & distract me. Thank you for midnight conversations about antimatter and unicorns. Thank you for knowing when Jack Daniels is required. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for sticking around so long. Thank you for being my 'U'.

I was a loner until there were no friends left
And before someone offered me drugs
You know I was straight edge
And everyone quits til you offer them a cigarette
Before we learn our lesson
Lets see how bad things can get
As we drive past the last exit home I am waving goodbye
And I might be sleeping in the ditch tonight
But it's alright cos whiskey is my kind of lullaby
And I'll drink myself to death!
Or at least I'll drink myself to sleep!
Chainsmoke my way through the gaps in between
My aspirations and my apathy

Happy Birthday

Not sure about the sex stuff or whether this might be a hidden advert for nail varnish, but in still form this video is pretty fucking inspiring. Hello world, I miss you. Had a really shitty weekend being ill ill ill, now I'm writing an essay on Douglas Coupland & considering how I can turn *Exploration & Discovery* into an epic art project - as in, not going to happen. Blah, why are there so many birthdays in February?

Tired.

This album is beyond amazing, just a thought, these Charlotte Olympia shoes are epic.

That is all.

My favorite new piece of armor against the reoccurring cold snap. It's a socially acceptable dressing gown to wear all day! Considering my coatigan is dying from my overuse of it as a socially acceptable wearable blanket, this feels like a new season hobo chic alternative. I do love impracticable amount of layers that leave me looking like a coat hanger with no single garments distinguishable, as well as no true human being. Anyway, it's mohair so it's very very warm & it's maxi & beige so it makes me feel *up-to-date* with all this 70s shit. AND it's 2nd hand Topshop so I'm one upping the bastard Mr Green as well as sticking to my New Year's Resolution.

I feel like I should also explain the cheesy dimple grin of the last photo, rather than just leaving it there like the elephant in the room. Basically I have developed some obsessions with rather weird foodstuffs, mainly being the Strawberry Laces from Sainsbury's that include radish but no strawberries whatsoever. As well as eating the bready things you use for wraps & fajitas, especially rolled up for some reason... Anyway...I can't be the only one who has weird food inclinations. No?

Just me?

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More fashion fantasy. Another thought has been overriding everything in my mid. Another dream item that may or may not exist out there in the *real world*. It's peacock printed, preferably in some pastel colour, silk & the silhouette of some beautiful pajamas. Susie Bubble's lovely vintage striped pajamas are probably quite a prevalent reason for this sudden epiphany, but who the hell knows where the peacock thing came from.

My camera is sick. It won't focus on anything, even with different lenses & when I shake it something rattles - not good. I'm about to take it in, but fingers crossed it won't be too devastating. So that's the reason I'll be doing so many non my own photos posts.

Happy February!