#samlordscastle #barbados #olloclip #fisheye #derelict #caribbean #ig_nored #instahub #iphone4s #instagood #instagram #instamood #iphonography (Taken with instagram)
May 28th, 2012
Dad :-) (Taken with instagram)
May 27th, 2012
#floating #flower #birdbath #barbados (Taken with instagram)
May 26th, 2012
#bottle #rocket #school #codrington #barbados (Taken with instagram)
May 25th, 2012
At the drive-in. 😊. #cinema #drivein #barbados #ig_nored #instahub #iphone4s #instagood #instagram #instamood #iphonography #screen #sky (Taken with instagram)
#tweegram #depression #children #students #smile #smiling (Taken with instagram)
May 24th, 2012
#tweegram #instagram #lol #students #hipster (Taken with instagram)
May 22nd, 2012
THIS!
(Source: in-a-worldoftears-i-slowlydrown, via allec-with-anxiety)
My drawing of a vajayjay. #school #lol #science #biology (Taken with instagram)
My drawing of the little soldier. @anjenla #biology #science #lol #school (Taken with instagram)
Stepped into @anjenla ‘s bio class this morning. They were having a test. Voila la question. #school #lol #science #biology (Taken with instagram)
May 20th, 2012
Heartsore
That afternoon, I took up the scalpel I’d kept under my mattress for nearly two years. Despite being stuffed under the damp feathers, it was still sharp enough to cut sound and light. I stood in front of the mirror, and I slowly drove it into my chest. It snagged on a rusty, nylon hair, but eventually it effortlessly sliced a vertical aperture from just below my Adam’s apple to that point where my chest becomes my stomach.
I reached into the hole, rooting around in the blood and muscle, until I was able to get a firm grasp on my heart. It felt like it had a fever. I yanked it out as quickly as I could. I inspected it in the palm of my hand. It pulsed (obviously). But it was somehow misshapen. There was a growth - an ugly tumour protruding from one side, almost as big as the heart itself. I realised, somehow, that I had caused this growth by not taking enough care of my heart. I’d been eating so many fatty foods and not getting enough exercise.
I slowly, carefully slipped the sharp end of the scalpel between the tumour and the normal heart. Ever so gently, I cut away the unhealthy portion of my heart. I put it in a translucent jar on my bedside table. I replaced the actual heart in my chest, sewed it all back up with silk thread, and wiped away the blood that had bathed my body.
The tumour still sits on my bedside table. It glows an unhealthy russet colour. But I keep it there. Every day when I wake up I look at it. I take it in my hands and feel its warmth. Every night before I go to sleep I cradle it in my arms. In my chest, my heart feels smaller. My head knows this is what needed to be done. My heart misses its unbalanced twin.
THIS FILM! The City of Lost Children. #movie #steampunk #surreal #fantasy #ronperlman #french #film (Taken with instagram)
Haven’t got a fuckin clue what this means. But I somehow feel it was made for me. #fortune #cookie #fortunecookie #lol (Taken with instagram)
Buddies. (Taken with instagram)
