Obligatory pre-foreign travel WHERE THE FUCK IS MY PASSPORT mini-heart attack right there. The thing moves by itself.
As it is, in 48 hours I will watching Black Lips in beautiful Barcelona and in 72 hours I will be gearing up for Franz Ferdinand, I am so excited they’re back they have been sorely missed, Alex Kapranos has such excellent hair, and on Friday The Chameleons and The Cure, it’s post-punk heaven. Gah SO FREAKING EXCITED.
Oh, since you asked, my rhubarb crumble was exquisite.
Alain Delon, 1960s
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For some reason I am unable to upload all the glorious caps I made of Slippery Pete in his unsettling new vocation as a pimp. So I suggest you watch Mad Men subito and weep as much as I did at PEGGY NO DON’T DO IT.
Don’t be a stranger.
TEARS.
Completely traumatised.
#a day in the life of loki laufeyson #7:00 slap bitches with my pimp cane #7:30 replace thor’s shampoo with glue #8:00 go shopping for pudding #9:00 fill hiddleston’s current place of residence with copious amounts of said pudding #10:00 blow shit up #11:00 blow shit up #12:00 destroy everything #1:00 lunch time! #2:00 resume bitchslapping
3:00 hair feathering appointment 3:30 lattes with black widow 4:30 cry 4:31 level a small village a day in the life of loki laufeyson
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The Legs, The Holmes, and Mr. Robinson
Holy Trinty @BAFTAs
Matt Smith is such a dapper man. I have tried to model my boyfriend on him. This has not been a successful endeavour.
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Paul Newman, Robert Redford and Katharine Ross rest between takes on the set of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969).
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