Every time I look through my Facebook archives, it reduces me to tears. Of shame, usually. But I just found an old status in which I said:
"Am gonnae fart oan yer heed and blow yer hair intae a side partin’."
I’ve been laughing for about ten minutes. It was only 2011.
10:52 pm • 4 December 2013 • 5 notes
If I buy vintage shoes, I name them according to their era, who wore similar or something to that effect. Today I wore my current favourites, my Dana Scullys. In the same day, someone - in an attempt to insult me - said I had a 90’s hairdo. So I’m basically living the Gillian Anderson dream right now. Could not be happier.
8:08 pm • 4 December 2013 • 14 notes
My train pulled in. I looked at him, studying his expression. He looked nervous, more so than he had all night.
"I can see you, calculating."
"You’re trying to work out how to kiss me before I go. You don’t want me to leave, but I have to. So kiss me now, or you’ll spend the rest of your night regretting it."
He stared. Silent at first, and then stuttering.
I slid my hand around his waist and silenced him.
I caught my train, just.
11:38 pm • 2 December 2013 • 11 notes
Ladies and gents, I present to you a bona fide cat lady. My darling Sherlock is now (just about) finished. My friend and artist Laura is an absolute star for capturing him so well, and we start Agatha Christie as soon as Mr Holmes is all healed. It is terribly exciting.
10:57 pm • 26 November 2013 • 24 notes
If you care to spend your free time badmouthing people, their lifestyles and/or achievements - by all means, carry on. We all need hobbies.
I personally prefer origami and not being a complete dicktrifle, but each to their own.
8:58 pm • 20 November 2013 • 14 notes
Annnnd, that makes six photos published in Vogue Italia in less than three weeks! Two of which are self portraits, one of which is a creepy self portrait. Not bad. Today has been cool.
10:35 pm • 18 November 2013 • 90 notes
I’ve just popped my calorie intake into a tracker because I’ve put on a stone and every last pound has gone straight to my ass. But in other news I found this cute velvet top in Vintage Guru so yay there’s that.
8:51 pm • 18 November 2013 • 25 notes
Self portrait. In which I am 23.
Throughout this year I’ve been referring to 2013 as “a complete write-off”. Like nothing was progressing, nothing good had happened and nothing would. Repetitive, soul destroying and confidence shattering. But I’ve received a gift basket of great news in the last week in regards to my future, not to mention that today involved shooting the Scotland rugby team, oiling up the boys and meeting a ton of really goddamn lovely people. This “taking steps to become a more confident person” thing is paying off, and more quickly than I ever anticipated it would.
So I got home and felt like taking a self portrait for the first time in quite a while. In a kimono, because I’m a fine art photographer - but I’m also still me. It’s been a super cool day.
8:16 pm • 17 November 2013 • 57 notes
There is but one way to treat each person you encounter in life, and that is with respect. Should you treat any individual otherwise, know that they are one of many who would be better off without you in their lives.
Nothing could be simpler.
Be great, and be worthy of greatness.
11:01 pm • 15 November 2013 • 11 notes
Today in work, this guy was telling me about his baby. The poor thing is severely unwell. Suffering badly from the flu. I nodded along, solemnly.
"I know how you feel. Mine has been under the weather all weekend. It’s so tough to see them like that. Not themselves, y’know? You just want them to get better as quickly as possible."
"Exactly!", he comforted. Interest now piqued, he asked: "How old is your little one?"
"Two. Nearly three, infact. His whole life ahead of him."
"Wow, I had no idea."
"I’m picking him up straight after work. He’s feeling better so he’s coming home with me."
"Oh? Where was he?"
"The Apple store."
And all too slowly it dawned on him.
Huge thanks to the guys at the Genius Bar who squeezed in my last minute appointment and worked on my Macbook on a bloody Sunday. Quickest, most efficient turnaround I’ve ever dealt with and it runs like a dream. Ace dudes.
10:20 pm • 11 November 2013 • 18 notes
Mr Holmes is being such a wee sook tonight. ♥
9:55 pm • 6 November 2013 • 7 notes
This happened today. Sherlock, baby, I love you.
I can’t wait to get him finished, and start on Agatha Christie in the next few weeks. I’ve been up since 4am so I look like shit, but I have this, and I have the pizza I’ve been craving all week. Today is treat yo fuckin’ self day.
9:26 pm • 2 November 2013 • 12 notes