The ceiling at work. Just goes to show, the #NHS is in such a bad way, we’re #fixing fucking #ceilings with #ducttape.
Went to see RagNBone Man today at Electrowerkz in Angel. It was absolutely amazing in every way, if you haven’t heard him I HIGHLY recommend it.
As well as him (whom I know and love well), I first heard this BEAUTY of a voice tonight. His name is Jack Garratt, and if you value music that seriously fucking touches every part of your very soul, listen to this. And try not to sob hysterically.
My man’s fucking VOICE.
"I want you to be the mother of evil. I want you to rule the darkness with me. At my side, looking over a black, scorched, dead world. Where there is no more pain, because there are no more hearts to feel. We have eaten them all, thee and me. And together we will conquer God. Topple him from his bloody throne, and rule in his stead. Everlasting."
Liam would never leave my side.
Anon hate from the late 1800’s.
What I love most about this is that this person was SO INCENSED at the recipient that they couldn’t even wait the days/weeks it would take for the mail to go through. No, they had to say “FUCK YOU” as soon as fucking possible and, AND, let the recipient that they were not done with the fuck you, nay, this was merely the first volley in what would undoubtably be a dressing down of Biblical proportions.
It’s the “Strong letter to follow”. However this could be shopped too. It is tumblr.
This is how much paper is wasted on one person that went to the doctor for every tiny ailment. Your notes are BLENCH. Bun your non saving world vibe.
This is the last photo we ever took together. I will miss you more than the moon would miss the ocean. You proved that the human will is stronger than any flesh in the mortal coil. I am proud to have been your granddaughter. Rest well, Grandpa <3
So, on Monday, June 23rd 2014 the world lost a great man. My grandfather, John-Joeseph Campbell passed away after a 7 month ordeal, that not only opened my eyes to the strength of humankind but showed me what true love is.
Back in last year he suffered a stroke and massive UTI and was hospitalised for 6 weeks, during which he suffered another stroke and began the onset of vascular dementia. He went from a fiercely independent man, who rode a bike to the shops every day even at the age of 88; to a barely mobile, frail thing in what seemed like days. Three weeks ago on a Friday Liam and I were visiting and he mentioned his tummy hurt. I asked what I could do and if he needed to visit the bathroom and he said not to worry, he was fine. We (my grandmother, him, Liam and I) sat in the beautiful summer sun and had a lovely day.
Little did we know that that pain was a massive heart attack.
He went on as normal despite the attack for two more days, until he collapsed in the living room, and was rushed into hospital.
He was rushed into CCU where he was stabilised in critical condition, until they moved him to ICU after an emergency pacemaker fitting. Half of his heart in it’s entirety died in the attack, and his kidneys failed shortly after. He was on dialysis for a few days until his stats dropped too low and we were told to expect the worst.
He died on a Monday, at 1.30am, surrounded by his daughter, (my mother Linda) , Brian (her partner) and his son Antony.
I had left the hospital to get some rest not an hour before. I was there for his last rites though, which despite me not being religious was strangely calming.
The cardiologists and doctors all said they didn’t understand his strength, and had never seen fight like it.
My grandfather was a true hero in my eyes, and I will miss him, every single day.
Rest well, Grandada. X
Decided to finish off my summer vibes revive by purchasing some silky wavy leg garms. #hippy #silk #harempants #summer