Cigarettes and Coffee Scents.

Pretty over Tumblr.

So you wont see me cluttering up your Dashboards for a while. Hooray!

P.s. Hips pads, get the fuck out of my life! I cant sew you. I hate you! That’s a lie, I kind of really love you.

Just wanted to share this with you;

I bought a pair of $22 stockings on Sunday, to replace the ones I tore on Saturday. They were sheer black hold ups with back seams. And I tore a hole in them before I had even left Amelia’s house. I had them on for roughly 6 minutes before I fucked them up. Extreme anger.

Yeah, I wore them out anyway.

0u man.

Crazy drybukns drunk right now.

kusudama asked: WELL DONE!
Londonunilondonunilondonunilondonuni!
Hey, Laura, you know who lives near London, just east of Isle of Dogs?
Hmm? Hm?
THA'S RIGHT! COFFIN JOE!
:D

You just made my night! EEEE COFFIN JOE :D! Too bad I shall be in London and you will be in Hull :(.

I GOT IN!

goingtothecasino:

lexingtonavenue:

Eeee I got in to University of East London, for Photography and English Literature! I get to leave Brisbane! I get to leave Australia, oh my gosh.

I’m so happy for you! :D Congratulations!

When are you leaving? Will you be there in July? I will, we should hang and watch Doctor Who hahaha.

Course starts September, so I will most likely go late august, I think we will just miss each other in passing!

I GOT IN!

honestlydear:

lexingtonavenue:

Eeee I got in to University of East London, for Photography and English Literature! I get to leave Brisbane! I get to leave Australia, oh my gosh.

OMG YAY! i’m so happy for you.

You get to be my penpal now

:D

Literally cant stop giggling with excitement. And I dont giggle! Now I just need the money to get over there…

I GOT IN!

Eeee I got in to University of East London, for Photography and English Literature! I get to leave Brisbane! I get to leave Australia, oh my gosh.

Last night;

Funnest night I’ve had in about a million years. I dont even want to try and explain everything that happened, just believe me, it was an awesome night! And you all wish you were there. Even though staying at Rachels to watch Doctor Who would have been just as good a night!

“WHERE IS MATT SMITH!?”

The artist is the creator of beautiful things.
To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.
The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.
No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.
No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.
No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.
Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.
Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the type.
All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.
When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless.

-Preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde.