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pixie0pixels · 25 days
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theshoegirldiaries · 11 months
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t3nderly · 2 years
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Indestructible Love Innovation Card, Paperchase
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bethanyinneverland · 2 years
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Elle’s pencil case with the flowers she painted herself.
Show: Heartstopper
Character: Elle Argent
Actor: Yazmin Finney
Item: Agenzio oval pencil case in seafoam
Brand: Agenzio / Papercase
Colour: Seafoam **currently sold out**
Price: £7.00 (other colours are available)
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reniadeb · 2 years
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🪨 @reniadeb 🪨
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shardbarbie4billz · 2 years
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enchantedviolin · 1 year
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Another page from the art journal I’m keeping for @frompaperchase as an #agenzioambassador. Keep an eye out on my YouTube (link in bio) for a flip through later in December. I hope you had as fun an Autumn / Fall as I had! #art #illustration #sketch #sketches #sketchbook #artjournal #artdiary #journal #diary #paperchase #agenzio #sumo #相撲 #力士 https://www.instagram.com/p/CllVrysqiiw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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holybon3 · 1 year
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i remember being obsessed with a girl named M.
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thetunesclub · 2 years
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The hip-hop industry is getting enriched with Rome Quantez’s latest musical creations namely ‘Paperchase’ and ‘Zone’, appearing in the EP ‘Different Zone’.
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elaine4queen · 2 years
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Moaning Pages
I did take her to the dog show in the afternoon, but although she loved all the people there there were a lot of dogs and it was challenging for her. And for me, somehow. It was sunny and friendly but I was too hot having dressed for the chill of the morning which had long passed. When Lola was snarly with a friendly dog and then wanted to walk away from the throng I didn’t take much persuasion. The other thing is my foot is really sore, so I made sure to book a RoodDogs walk for this morning, and now I’m back in bed with tea having sent Lola off to have a roaring time with her pack. She’s fine with other dogs in that context - no me, no standing around, just pack, and all in the same direction.
It’s been raining in the night and the view of the sky outside is soft and damp. My bedroom faces out over the basement’s yard which is just flagstones and a drain, and nearly all of the water for the building is conducted out into this amplifier, so ablutions and rain can be very loud and actually awful. If I had double glazing it’d be better, but I don’t. Still, now it sounds like the fight has gone out of it - the water noises are a trickle. A lot of the concrete round here is painted, but my view is mostly very old cement - the back of a building, the mews behind here, and the high walls. It’s a warm grey with lots of pink in it, and wet it’s a sort of burnt umber. The scene is dominated by the tree that’s for the chop. I don’t know what it’ll be like without it, but it’s too late to change my mind, if it was ever really my decision. Before you plant a tree have a look at what it’s near and consider how big it’s going to get. The poplars in the park are massive.
I can hear Bert downstairs talking on the phone. God, his voice is loud. Still, it could be worse. He’s deaf so his sonic landscape is always loud. He gets up very early and puts his radio on. Luckily for me it’s not pop music or whatever might be worse than that, but although I can’t hear specific words I recognise the cadence of Radio 4. If I ever listen to radio myself, which I only do very briefly now, having been an all day listener in the past, it’s my default channel. Sometimes I listen online to German stations on Radio Garden, but mostly live radio is for tidying the kitchen, and R4 will do. Hearing it this way, without content, is actually better.
I’ve been PMing with Justin and he says he’s re-read Kristeva recently. I don’t read much with my eyes. Despite the migraine being well managed, and despite my eye operations and despite the tint on my glasses making things less harsh I still rarely read with my eyes. Knowing that nothing like this ever makes it to audiobook I search out the next best thing and pull up a ton of YouTube talks by her. That’ll do me for now, and takes the sting out of my envy.
Years ago I used to do something I got from the Artists Way - the practice of what she called Morning Pages. This was years before I got into Buddhism and I wasn’t in a group or anything, and although I wrote them regularly nothing good came from doing it. I used to call it the Moaning Pages, and that is what they were. Instead of writing from the present like I do now, or even having any idea of writing as a creative practice I just complained about my life like a teenager. I was in my 30s. I used to go to Paperchase and get cloth bound inch thick books to write in, and by the end I had several. At one point I threw them all in the bin, though. They were useless to me. They weren’t even what a tutor on my writing course called ‘throat clearing’. They provided nothing transformative, just a space to complain but without the useful questions a therapist might provide.
Tomorrow is a gym day and I’m already wondering where I’ll write. If it’s like this I might go to Rockwater again. Now that I know if I go early enough on a weekday it’s quiet in there and the dog settles easily and they’re friendly I reckon I can cope with the shocking state of the piped music. In a way the music makes it more like a corporate hotel than an achingly hip hang out. I expect they have better music later on. 
When I was at Goldsmiths’, years ago, no idea what it’s like now, the canteen there was like a service station. It seemed appropriate in a way, because as students we were all on our different journeys. Rockwater is nothing like that of course, but somehow, going there in the morning when perhaps not properly awake really is like being in a hotel, when you have to go to breakfast at the time when they say so or you’ll miss it, so you throw clothes on and go down to eat and are thrown into being with other people when you wouldn’t normally be. Because I get up so early in the morning I often have that out of hours feeling. For years I mainly had what historians call ‘split sleep’ which was popular before industrialisation in this country. People would have their first sleep then in the night they’d wake up and either have sex, pray, or even visit neighbours. I might wake up and go online and find other insomniacs were around and maybe message with, for instance, a fashion designer I know who would be awake and in his studio setting up in the dark.
I learned recently that people also used to think that lying down to sleep was unhealthy and that they not only often shared beds with their families and maybe strangers when travelling but also used to sit to sleep. This makes better sense of the strangely short beds you see in stately homes. 
I sometimes think I would like to change to single beds in here - like, have two instead of one big one. I’m pretty sure this wouldn’t work with a Staffie in the house, though. They like to be touching you ideally, and under the covers. At night time Lola gets out of bed when she’s too hot then wakes me up to let her back under the covers. I’m like her butler.
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tumbl4christ · 2 years
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#chasingthewind #chasing #wind #chase #paperchase #forever #theone #one #One #TheOne #Jesus #Christ #God #bible #truth #facts https://www.instagram.com/p/CiI6TAJORM0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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pixie0pixels · 20 days
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theshoegirldiaries · 11 months
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iprnce · 2 years
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Mum, Siz and I... Shamba ni kubwa, climate na mchanga poa, maji through out the year... Sasa nataka mkulima mzuri we do #paperchase https://www.instagram.com/p/CdBtEmosOukBy5j51rvZlm7xZ3Gpf4wa1vZjCI0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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glitterslag · 1 month
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Rust had popular girl handwriting
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afieldinengland · 7 months
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went in what must be the last wilko on earth today and it was like the end of days
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