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Matisse, “The Pink Studio,” 1911

christopherschreck:

Matisse, “The Pink Studio,” 1911

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Long exposures photos of “Japan cherry blossoms” by Arixxx

We often see photos of the fascinating and busy city life of Tokyo, however, sometimes it is good to slow down and show other parts of Japan. Photographer Arixxx focuses on taking pictures of nature and nighttime scenes in Hitachi.

more pink! the pink blossom didnt last long, and i dont feel like i made the most of it. i was too scared it was going to snow suddenly. and too self conscious to take photos of the pink buds sprouting up around st marys church, or in peoples gardens. maybe i should buy some pink flowers. for the last slog of revision in my room.

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pink. pink hair? probably not anytime soon. 
when i wear my pink tights, and catch a glimpse of my legs teetering past a shop window, they remind me to smile. as in they cheer me up when the sky looks miserable and someone in the milk aisle frowns at me. or when im sat waiting for the next bus. and theres nothing else to look at but the traffic and my knees.

pink. pink hair? probably not anytime soon. 

when i wear my pink tights, and catch a glimpse of my legs teetering past a shop window, they remind me to smile. as in they cheer me up when the sky looks miserable and someone in the milk aisle frowns at me. or when im sat waiting for the next bus. and theres nothing else to look at but the traffic and my knees.

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things i never wanted to see. this is one of them. there are some images and sounds my brain just cant compute. and laurence llewelyn bowen in that shirt, with that expression reminds me that world really does work in mysterious ways. i stumbled across this video with elle, trying unsuccessfully to find an episode of changing rooms where the contestants, after swapping homes with friends, and returning to a house covered with chrome skirting boards and shelves, red painted walls and leopard print curtains, forget to pretend to be grateful that their home has been turned into what one homeowner described “a tart’s boudoir” and cry, grimace or to me and my mums entertainment scream - preferably at laurence pretentious sleeved llewelyn bowen. 

and on the topic of decorating, or indeed changing rooms, ill be changing rooms very very soon. less than a month to go til exams start. LESS THAN A MONTH. and then when its all over, move properly in dads old room, which just about fits a bed and a telly, which is all i need at the moment to be honest. however the excitement of decorating my first room, properly, semi-permanently, my decisions, good or bad, chrome or wooden. ive bought silly amounts of crockery for my non existent house, let alone one small bedroom! i cant control it. i can see my little home. where i “entertain”, i.e. people, friends, families, maybe even strangers, lounge on my sofa, sit at my kitchen table nibbling on biccies. where we gather and eat my burnt food at the dinner table. and get ready to go out in my bedroom. my little home.  

what do you think? a banned 90s ad, because slag was voted the fifth most offensive swearword to appear on telly. 

this was playing in the shoe shop. bought my sub fusc mortar board. which has a jaunty fit. i.e. basically doesnt fit at all. and sub fusc standard black shoes. except they have white heels. and a little sub fusc bow headsash. as irritating as sub fusc is these little sartorial additions are enjoyably distracting. as long as they dont distract me in the exam room. 

listening to this on repeat in hamburg. in a room with just a rug with a mattress on top. and big ass speakers. 

this is not a hug. it is something else. in my case totally unattainable. but i like his jacket.

this is not a hug. it is something else. in my case totally unattainable. but i like his jacket.

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this joker. i think its the only photo i have of mum and uncle junior. the only two out of nine to be born and brought up for a time in jamaica. my mum appalling skills at using my camera phone to take a photo. i sorta like the blurredness. uncle junior looking grumpy and cool. with his hood up for no reason other than i was taking a photo. hes coming over for easter din so ill give him a huge hug very soon.


Kiss by the window, Edvard Mulch, 1892

Love me tender,love me sweet,never let me go.

Kiss by the window, Edvard Mulch, 1892

Love me tender,
love me sweet,
never let me go.

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