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I want Skinny Lister for Christmas Number One! Join the #ChristmasCalls movement here: http://thndr.me/LzKKPi

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Tentative start on my MCM London cosplay for October. #canyoutellwhatitisyet #itsasecret #mcmldn17 #mcmlondon #cosplay #choker

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Human emoji. #humanemoji #redheadsofinstagram #gingersofinstagram #selfie #doof #hearts

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Why I can't openly despise my parents for voting Tory, but I have to live with that resentment for the rest of my life

I wanted to write about why I've been spamming the shite out of my timeline with pro-Labour, anti-Tory, vote-encouraging stuff all day. My parents have been staunch Conservatives as long as I've been alive, which has never made sense to me - we weren't well off and struggled a lot for money, my mum worked at the Jobcentre, my dad was a police officer, we only had a reasonably nice house because it was a police house. I guess they fell in the "underprivileged but deeply prejudiced" camp and thought all the lefties were foreigners and homosexuals and tinfoil hat-wearers.

We could never discuss political matters, or equal rights, or the them-vs-us mentality they had because at best you'd be patronised and mocked for being a "tree-hugger bleeding heart liberal" and at worst you'd be confronted by a drunk rage monster my father would become with exhausting frequency.

Now I have to sit and listen to them banging on about how horrified they are about the lack of mental health treatment I'm getting, their disgust at the hoops I have to jump through to scrabble for any kind of quality of life, see them make angry face reactions on articles about police cuts... and yet they're still voting for May. I changed my profile picture today to read "Vote Labour if you give a single crap about my well-being. Isn't that reason enough?" as a way of expressing to them how disgusted by them I am, without actually confronting them, because I know that won't work.

I can't yell at them, I can't tell them I'm embarrassed by them and their hypocrisy and self-interest, because they own the house I live in. They have sacrificed a lot for me. They have always been there to catch me before I fall _all_ the way down. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth that their dogged support (and seriously, this is our government, not a fucking football team) so blatantly contradicts their interests in a number of areas.

If I get cut off from PIP by Capita and their gleeful sanctioning of the less-able, I won't be able to pay my rent. My parents won't be able to pay their mortgage. Would they evict me, or find some way of supporting me still? Once the council cottons on to any hint of them favouring me beyond the remit of a formal landlord, my Housing Benefit gets cut off. What then? They support me entirely at the cost of their retirement nest egg and their daughters' inheritances? Probably impossible, and even if it were it would definitely be at the cost of my dignity and self-worth.

FOR FUCKSSAKES - they're both in their 60's now and yeah, they might both be healthier than any of their family gone before were at their age, but that's not going to last indefinitely. At some point they're going to need public healthcare and if it's gone and they suffer for it, I will do what I can, and cry, and hold their wrinkled hands, and pray to gods I don't really believe in... but in the back of my mind I will always be aware of how little sympathy I have.

As for my health, I am already spiralling dangerously due to lack of effective mental healthcare from the NHS in Northampton. It's not hyperbole I'm spouting when I say I am more likely to die if we end up with another Tory government - if things get harder for me than worse, my life is in danger. They tut and they moan and they say how awful it is, but tomorrow they're going to drive to their polling station and vote to do me harm.

And I hate them for it. I cannot understand it. I want to scream at them and if needs be, emotionally manipulate and guilt trip them into voting differently. Just this one time. Because then they might actually see and experience how it could be better if we don't do it Their Way.

So I sit here in mute terror and revulsion, hammering the "Share" button and hoping that might make a difference. But it won't because if they could see past the ends of their own noses, they would have changed their minds by now. If Labour do not come out on top on Friday, I don't know how I will be able to look them in the eye. I'm not sure I can choke back the bile.

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Someone's been busy. That's about the 10th I've seen. #toriesout #ge2017 #votelabour #savethenhs #jeremycorbynforpm #northampton #northamptonshire #seeninnorthampton #forthemany #notthefew #forthemanynotthefew

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I thought they might, so went and had a shuftie. Yeeeeep. #jeremycorbynforpm #getouttoryscum #northamptonshire #reasonenough #savethenhs #votelabour #ge2017

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Well... someone beat me to it... #northampton #seeninnorthampton #ge2017 #votelabour #savethenhs #reasonenough #northamptonshire #getouttoryscum #jeremycorbynforpm

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Decided to set up a separate account at @grownupspookykid to show off past and present stupidity when it comes to nutty outfits and sketchy makeup jobs. Be warned... there's gonna be stuff here from over 20 years ago, so be prepared to have a good laugh if you fancy following me there. #grownupspookykid #altfashion #witchy #goth #costumes #makeup #spooky #spoopy #larp #masquerade #halloween #dressup

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Accidentally tripped and fell on a pile of goth. #makeup #occult #crescentmoon #spoopy #spooky #goth #gothic #witchy #altfashion #stregafashion #darkmori #feathersandbones

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I call this "twatting around looking like a doof because after 12 years I can finally fit into this outfit again". #selfie #cyber #cybergoth #pink #wig #harness #corruptedclothing #pinkhair #pinkhairdontcare #rave #ravegirls

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So I randomly took this selfie a while ago, and couldn’t shake the feeling that it looked like it should be used in some kind of stand-up comedy show review. So I’ve been changing my Facebook timeline cover photo every week...

I was having a pretty bad day for that last one.

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In This Thread: my friend pretends he’s Google...

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DOOT.

The noble tradition of the plastic Vuvuzela to be Really Fucking Disrupting of, well, anything, really

I don’t think people in the US got this as much as we did over here in Europe and the rest of the football (as opposed to hand-egg) loving world. But this:

is a vuvuzela. The football loving (or just tolerating, or culturally affected by) world met these things en masse during the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. They were mass produced, they were fucking everywhere. They sound like this:

Over wide open terrain, perfect to summon your people for say, village council, which was what the original instrument was apparently used for. The plastic mass produced thing, in close terrain, is perfect to make it impossible for anybody to hear themselves think, let alone speak. Could it be perfect to disrupt a nazi, for instance if you are not able, for whatever reason, to punch him in the face? My friends, it just might be. Because these things were so heavily mass produced, at one point they couldn’t give them away. There is almost certainly still bunches of them sitting around waiting for the opportune moment, and the opportune moment is now.

If you’re someplace where nazis come to hate speechify (campus etc) get one. You don’t have to be super close for these things to be super effective, which is helpful if you’re not willing/able to get close up in somebody’s face - the damn things are just as disruptive from ten metres away.

It’s Vuvuzela revival time.

(Alternatively, I’ve seen collapsible ones on ebay and aliexpress for $2.50 and free shipping. Just saying)

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UNF.

Thomas Sanders’ production design for “Crimson Peak”.

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Goth blog

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Sonneto XVII o te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra. Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera, sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.  Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda (via planesdrifter)

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Pound my yams

POUND MY YAMS.