Name of Simon. 18, finally. Franglais. Oboist. Baritone. Lazy Buddhist. Aspiring Doctor. Poor grammar is unacceptable in everyone but me. Also I love Misdreavus.
It's a pretty patchwork blog, but in short it contains music (of all genres), funny things, beautiful things,
manga, my personal life, food, and not really so much ranting anymore, since I'm trying to tone down. Anna Kendrick is my future wife and Studio Ghibli will be our baby.
“When your offensive line is lackin’, you just gotta whip out your titties and start smackin”
If you say “old sport” three times in front of your mirror Gatsby will appear and awkwardly hit on your wife
(via 87daysbefore)
→ 19 May 13 at 1 pm
3 Dimensional Bi-Polar Robot Telephone Girl, 2012. Gouache on vintage paper, 5 x 7.5”.
Mystery Carpet, 2012. Oil / mixed on board, 9 x 12”.
You Really Beautiful, 2010. Acrylic / mixed media on board, 4 x 5”.
such gems as
“Couldn’t give a shit what Turpin thinks
Go suck ya mom”
and
“simon can suck his mum through his nans batty crease”
have been hurled because i objected to the purchase of 216 stinkbombs for the final day at school..
I know what your name looks like
And I know what a bottle of coke looks like
So why
Is my Newsfeed
Just
Full of pictures
Of fucking names
On coke bottles
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