Hi! This is me, and the vaguely hobbit-looking fellow is one of my favourite people in the whole universe; Danny Cavanagh of Anathema. And this-- *broad sweeping gesture* --this, is my tumblog. Expect music, kittens and the occasional rant about life.
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What if some things are destined to failure?
What if some things are never meant to be?
What if someone never sees?
What if someone never opens?
ROFL! My grandmother just accidentally called me. She was trying to call my sister. First it took me FOREVER to find the phone (and to realise it was ringing because nobody ever calls me, really, nobody has called me since the Christmas holidays, except my sister on Skype a couple of times, but nobody on the phone) and when I saw who was calling I was like, wow okay cool somebody remembers me! But…
me: Ohai thar! Sorry, it took me a while to find my phone! her: *deep silence* me: *beginning to think she’s forgotten to use key lock and the phone is calling me on its own* her: *in a deeply confused voice* …Whose voice is this? me: Err, Aino? [which is my actual legal name yo] Wait, who did you think you were calling?? her: Your sister… Did I call you all the way in Slovenia?? me: …Yes!! You did! [That’s how phones work you know! You can call people who are far away! :D]
This cream tabby’s pattern is restricted around the chest and collar (doesn’t appear to be due to her white spotting), but has obvious mackerel striping along the back and extremities. See it better here.
John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-1893) was a Victorian-era painter, notable for his moonlit scenes and landscapes.
These paintings are incredible because we’ve all seen eerie clouds like this, but they’re virtually impossible to photograph the same way we see them. So this guy painted them. This is why painting and art is important.
