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(via majestikunicorn)
I got very very drunk on friday night. I made out with two of my best friends.
One is gay.
I never thought I’d see the day he’d kiss me.
Colour me surprised.
On Thursday, we went out dancing and we had a wonderful night together. This guy right here. He makes me melt.
I haven’t been here because my browser was fucked and I couldn’t post text posts.
I spent Halloween with a boy that I like and a beautiful German girl. She made me into a “sexy vampire” and the boy stared at me a lot, but nothing more. Lame.
Tichy was an eccentric. He was held prisoner for almost a decade in Soviet labor camps just for that—being an eccentric, falsely accused of dissidence.
Upon his release in the early 70s he wandered his small town in rags pursuing his voyeuristic obsession with the female form by photographing women unawares in the streets, shops and parks, through windows and fences, with cameras he fashioned out of tin cans, children’s eyeglass lenses and other junk he’d pick up while wandering.
(Source: likeafieldmouse, via mocasia)
