My parents never seem to be proud of anything I do unless its what they think is in there best interests.
I told them ‘Imagine being the only one with the photographs from the roof of a building, taking in the sunrise over newcastle’ (in relation to something I have in the works) And instead of being positive and shit they turn the fucker round and tell me about how I should be studying every freaking day for an aptitude test. I’m not interested in tests and shit, who wants to do tests for fun? I just fancied accomplishing something that I wanted to do for a change and not the usual ‘we’re your parents we know best’.
Give me a break for once and be proud of me for wanting to do something constructive and creative, something I feel I have a passion for.
Went round to a derelict building named ‘SWS House’ for some ‘Urban Exploration’
Took loooads of photos but alot of them were shite so I wrote up a report of my visit and chucked a few pics in. Hopefully the forum will like it, but for you tumblr guys heres a link to the thread. Had a canny day actually, picked a good day for the weather aswell, nice and sunny.
I’m looking forward to delving into some urban exploration. I thought we were hindered by the fact that there is not really any where round Newcastle that is abandoned or empty worth exploring, turns out there is a great deal of places to explore. I’ve had a look into the local abandoned ship yard near me ‘Hawthorne leslie’ but every tom dick and harry has been there and it has been victim to fires, copper thieves and chavs. Will report back to the blog when we go out one day.
Well if you don't care about my opinion why are you still whoring the situation on facebook. you must be so not bothered about what people think that you must talk about them with lots of exclamation marks
1. A real emotional insecurity is finding out that somebody who has made an anonymous comment on you’re own shit crack and told all 64 followers of his, with only 3-4 who he actually knows personally and the rest won’t know, what so ever of who you are, then having to retaliate with a shitty facebook post with shit grammar and loads of fucking exclamation marks to try and show the facebook population how you ‘couldn’t give two shits about you!’ [Me] is an insecurity on your end.
2. I am most definitely single and do not have a ‘gf’ to go round and flaunt in your face like you thought I was doing. (Taking in all applications)
3. ‘Grow up little boy’ is also a shit comeback.
4. Who says ‘Lmaooooo’ Are you 12?
Why I took the time to write this I don’t know. I shouldn’t have to justify an opinion on my personal blog. You should have the integrity to have not want to score some attention because I had a dig.
I swear to god that you should just stop talking. No fucker actually cares that you took the dogs for a long walk. Seriously, the shittest crack you have never started a conversation the first time, maybe you should just give the fuck up.
Abraham took Isaac’s hand and led him to the lonesome hill. While his daughter hid and watched, She dare not breathe. She was so still. Just as an angel cried for the slaughter, Abraham’s daughter raised her voice. Then the angel asked her what her name was, She said, “I, have none.” Then he asked, “How can this be?” “My father never gave me one.” And when he saw her, raised for the slaughter, Abraham’s daughter raised her bow. How darest you, child, defy your father? You better let young Isaac go.