The myriad ramblings, musings, observations, considerations, deductions, thoughts, philosophies, theories and deliberations of a cynical old bastard stuck in a cynical young bastard's body.

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Sleep well little Biscuit, you were the best Cat and a lifelong friend. I’ll miss you more than I can express right now, but it’ll never be the same walking down stairs at night terrified I’m going to stand on you, that’s for sure. Dream well you awkward critter, it was a good 17yrs. Love you kitten. <3

Sleep well little Biscuit, you were the best Cat and a lifelong friend. I’ll miss you more than I can express right now, but it’ll never be the same walking down stairs at night terrified I’m going to stand on you, that’s for sure.

Dream well you awkward critter, it was a good 17yrs. Love you kitten. <3

I need someone close, a hand to hold, someone to straighten my tie, kiss me good morning and goodnight and always be ready with a hug and occasionally…I need a shoulder to cry on. I need closeness and love, someone I can depend on to be there. You could be the most honest, loving, considerate girl in the world; but if I can’t hear your heartbeat or feel the warmth of you about me on a cold day…there’s no chance of love there.

Me, to a person in regards to a thing. (via 17threasonforfallingoutofthesky)

Hey look! That thing I asked for came true! scarrylegged

Well that lasted a long time.

Damn you killemwithdeliciousness, you were right. Damn youuuuuu.

Anyhume, last night I had one of the best night outs I’ve had in an age. I went to a bar in the sky and drank tea and G+T’s with friends all the while immersed in the glittering galaxy of the city lights below.


Sadly my phone was dead so I got no photos…but it was amazing nontheless.

On April 1st, I will be going offline for 1 month.

Or at least I’ll try to. Need to put in more reading hours and just detach from this internet addiction crap. We’ll see.

It never has.

Of all the wonderful posts I see every day and want to reblog but don’t, this one (despite being pink)has more purpose on my blog than anything else I’ve ever posted.

(Source: proteinandtreadmills)

12yrs a pacifist…

…and I’d really like to get in a proper fist fight.

It doesn’t matter how Zen I become…I will forever more wish to go to the pub, get in to a squabble over some petty issue, or defendin’ m’girl or whathave, then fall in to a proper fight, feel my knuckles spring on a guy’s lower mandible as it buckles and dislocates at the joint, break something important, both of us pull up bloodied and bruised and we buy each other a pint at the bar and laugh the whole thing off in the back of the Ambulance.

It’ll never happen because I couldn’t ever bring myself to hit someone and I’d have wasted 12yrs of careful consideration of the advantages of non-violence and peaceful conflict resolution.

But sometimes it’d be nice, in a weird way, to not be so ethically burdened.