midnightlights: Star-shaped fairy lights in tree branches (Default)
 ok ok so I'm trying to poke at this site for journalling again, mostly because holy shit am I ever sick of tumblr at the moment

over at [personal profile] seasnakes , let's see if I can actually remember how to dreamwidth
midnightlights: Text: "Oh, dear, I really ought to do something, but I am already in my pyjamas". (already in my pyjamas)
what tarot card am I? )

"This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight."

oh ok, because I thought it was just going to result in me lying on the couch staring blankly at old episodes of Mock the Week forever

since that's what it's resulted in so far
midnightlights: Speech bubble reading "this is why I hate everything else in the world too". (I hate everything.)

Today is one of those days when I basically hate everything in the world. So… that’s nice. More or less everything today just seemed designed to remind me how sucky the world can be and how vile humans can be when they try (or even when they don’t try very hard) and how the way our world currently works is just really kind of awful, and… I don’t even want to go into details because bleh and trigger and fail. But I really need to think of something to make me feel better. Maybe I’ll go clear out my room and lie on my bed and read or sew and ignore everything else ever for a while, maybe. Also drink wine.

(On the bright side I did see an incredibly cute kitten today.)

[Edit: Nope, apparently I am going to work this evening instead! YAY. But at least there will be money.]
midnightlights: Star-shaped fairy lights in tree branches (pink umbrella)

(I’m still struggling to write anything, so this has taken a while.)


Came back from a week in Scotland recently. I already wish I could go back, even though it rained most of the time, and I mostly just sat in a caravan and knitted or cross-stitched like the dork I am.But there were good moments - lovely moments actually. I saw a Scottish wildcat, for one. A real one. In the wild. It turned and ran away from me the second it spotted me, and for a moment I didn’t even realise what it was - it was so big, my brain just didn’t quite register the idea of “cat”. But it was amazing to see it. I saw one before, about twenty-five years ago - it hissed at me and ran away - but it’s not a common thing, at all.


And the stars were so clear, this one night… My boyfriend was standing outside, smoking a cigarette, I was sitting inside, and he knocked on the window and said “Come outside. The sky’s so clear, there’s not a single cloud, the stars are great.” I was warm and cosy, I didn’t want to move. I pointed to a white smudge in a the sky and said “Cloud, right there. Don’t exaggerate.”

“Just come out.”

I came outside, and let my eyes adjust for a minute.

“Oh… oh, holy fuck.”

“Kind of impressive, right?”

“… Right, so that’s not a cloud. That’s the fucking Milky Way.”

midnightlights: Star-shaped fairy lights in tree branches (not pretty not smart)

For some reason I’ve been finding it unbelievably hard lately to actually write anything here (or indeed anywhere). However, when I try to talk/write about this it just makes it worse, so I’m just going to skip the whole thing and go straight to babbling about inconsequential crap.

crossposted from tumblr, sorry if you've seen it twice. wanted to post SOMETHING here because I honestly do like dw. )

my seahorse

Apr. 6th, 2011 10:53 am
midnightlights: Text: "I can't explain and I won't even try". (can't explain & won't try)

So last week I finally decided to stop procrastinating and went down to the tattoo studio in the city centre and got my seahorse.

picture under the cut )


Please excuse the weird/awkward angle of the photo; it's sort of at a really difficult spot to take a picture of, I have to twist my legs into peculiar angles in order to see it, heh.

Anyway, yes. I like it a lot. It was so much more difficult getting it done than it was the first one, somehow - it took five or six tries to find a placement I was happy with, and then once I'd finally settled on one and the tattooist got started - it really hurt. Which is strange, because other than a few moments of "ouch", I remember being quite surprised by how not-painful the first one was - more like a mild electric shock than anything sharp and pointy. This one, though, this one felt like being stabbed wih knives repeatedly in the same spot. Ow.

Nonetheless, I got through it, I was very proud of myself, and it's there now.


I read a message board thread a few days ago about tattoos with meaning/significance, people discussing what their tattoos meant to them, whether they had a 'meaning' or had just been chosen because they looked good. My Escher tattoos do have a meaning to me, but it's not one I can easily sum up - nothing as straightforward as "I got this lilac in memory of my grandmother because she loved lilacs" or "a pink heart to mark the occasion of my daughter's birth" or things like that. They just sort of... between them, sort of connect to a lot of things that I love, that have meaning for me, and that are important to me, and because of that, they are stupidly meaningful to me, even though to anybody else they don't really look like anything except odd little colourful designs (though I also hope they look pretty, at least. I think they do, which I suppose is what matters). Also, I have said ‘meaning’ far too much in this paragraph and I’m now getting that thing where it starts to lose its, uh… meaning.
midnightlights: Star-shaped fairy lights in tree branches (roses through bars)
Say you were meeting a new person, blind date, new friend, who knows, and you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are. But you can't actually tell them in so many words.

Instead, you have to give them a box, with a baker's dozen things in it for them to look at/read/listen to/taste/whatever. What would you put in the box?

I'm getting this stuff back, right? )
midnightlights: Star-shaped fairy lights in tree branches (fuck you reality)
Wow, I am failing a bit at actually updating, aren't I. Of course, that could partly be because I have some kind of evil cold/throat-infection/whatever thing, and the last few days have consisted mostly of 'felt crappy, lay on the couch reading books and watching Utena" and who wants to read about that? It was boring enough for me, I don't see why I should inflict a blow-by-blow description on the internet too. (Although Utena is pretty good so far! It's starting to get into proper "wait, what the hell, this is so weird" territory now, which I always appreciate.)

Throat hurts. Time to pour some more honey and lemon down it.
midnightlights: Star-shaped fairy lights in tree branches (roses through bars)
Made pancakes (I mean crepes, not American pancakes, of course) last night. I love pancake day. We don't have any scales or even much in the way of measuring jugs, so we just mixed up flour and milk and eggs in a huge glass bowl until it looked about right and then went for it. And they came out perfectly! By the fourth or fifth I'd even got the hang of flipping them without having them land in a soggy unfixable mess, hahah. I should make pancakes more often, they are delicious.

Now it's Lent; I wonder if I should give something up. I'm not any sort of practising Christian anymore, but I still like the idea of it sort of, just for the sake of it, abstaining from something for forty days and then you really appreciate it when the time's up and you can indulge in it again. I don't know what I'd give up, though.


Not a great day today. Pain levels are kind of through the roof, even sitting at my computer chair is difficult, so I've spent most of the day lying on the couch with the laptop watching Revolutionary Girl Utena episodes. I'm not really usually an anime person, and I've been sort of weirded out by this series because it seemed somhow too similar to Rose of Versailles, which I loved so damn much, but... I am actually liking it. Weird cryptic symbolism, girlslash, songs featuring roses and ammonites, what's not to like? Anyway at least it's taking my mind off the fact that my spine hates me.
midnightlights: Text: "I really fucking like cats, ok" (really like cats)
 So, can anyone rec me any interesting and active communities in DW-land? I feel so out of the loop.

In return, I offer you this video of a kitten falling asleep in a teacup.


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