Always has to make your funeral about him.
Poster advertising the new town of Milton Keynes, 1970s (via @livingarchive1)
More from Mystery and Manners by Flannery O’Connor, page 78.
Interesting. Though NPR begs to differ, maybe.
the good thing about crying in front of or on yr mates is that you get cool holographic presents from the sea side
I wuv woo.
Today my tutor said the sentence “THROUGH THE ENVELOPING STARLIGHT SEEPS THE BLACKNESS” and I fell in love with him a bit. Which meant that when I referred to Lady Macbeth as “pregnant with evil”, the ensuing laughter was embarrassing.
Tonight I went to Kate Middleton’s fashion show and looked just about the best I ever have in my life despite the fact that the dress I paid £30 for express shipping on never arrived and had to leave after 45 minutes so my friend didn’t get arrested for being an idiot. I then went to a party where I felt endlessly out of place because I don’t know how to relate to people anymore. Especially not people who talk knowledgeably about the Scottish DIY punk scene.
I feel like this.
Hell, detail of the greed at Last Judgement - Taddeo Di Bartolo
San Gimignano, Collegiata
Hey world, I still feel totally rubbish on a day to day basis ten months after my best friend killed himself and I don’t really care very much that this looks self-pitying because frankly it’s really shit and you should be glad it didn’t happen to you if it didn’t. I feel like a Morrissey song. I also don’t feel very much at all.
Just thought you ought to know so you can adjust your expectations for the rest of my allotted socially acceptable grieving period.