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I have faith in those who put up with me

I'm Amber and this has slowly morphed into a moderately repetitive blog filled with music, shoddy pictures I've taken and lengthy posts about things you don't care about. I'm cool with that if you are.

synonymsfornostalgia:

Someone has finally uploaded the audio to the b-side of Idiot Wind’s last single. Thank heavens they have, because even though we have a record player now, I’m so glad that I can listen to this all the time. It’s unbelievably stunning.

I now currently have £6 in my bank account and the only food I have is half a small bag of pasta, one boil in the bag rice pack and a tin of golden syrup.
I don’t get paid until next Friday. This is gonna be fun.

Fuck, I was so much happier at the beginning of the year and I barely even noticed it happening.

I’m not sure how I constantly seem to forget I work 5 minutes walk from Hyde Park, but it’s safe to say the views on my lunch break today were pretty good. (at Royal Albert Hall)

bobbycaputo:

This Teacher Asked Her Students to Write to an Author. Kurt Vonnegut Wrote Back This

In 2006 Ms. Lockwood, an English teacher at Xavier High School, asked her students to write a letter to a famous author. She wanted them discuss the author’s work and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was the only one to write back and his advice is worth reading. 

Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!

Kurt Vonnegut

(via mybloggyvalentine)

I’m eating the Spalding delicacy of chips cheese and naan with my sister and I’ve had permanent hiccups from laughing all night and my stomach hurts from laughing with her and our friends.

I love this gal a lot (don’t tell her I said that).

After not speaking to him for 7 years, I spent two and a half hours on the phone to my uncle last night and it was great.
He’s still exactly the same person and he’s ridiculous but now I’m older I know when to listen to him and when not to.

So instead of going over old ground we just sat making each other laugh tons because we have the exact same sense of humour, and talking about my Mum and how wonderful she is. It was so lovely.
That’s the third broken relationship I’ve managed to patch up this week, and the most unexpected of them all.

Now just to set about repairing the one that’s constantly on my mind and I’ll be ten times happier.

It’s sunny and my hair has gone really curly and I’m listening to Making Dens, pretending I’m 15 again and I feel kind of ok.

It’s sunny and my hair has gone really curly and I’m listening to Making Dens, pretending I’m 15 again and I feel kind of ok.

Got one Big Scary Argument out of the way on Sunday and another Big Scary Argument done yesterday. Both things are a huge relief and weight off of my mind but there are so many other huge things that need to be dealt with that it’s just making me feel constantly tired.
I had a dream that everything was working itself out and that I was happy last night and now I just kind of want to sleep and carry on having that dream and not have to face anything.

Got one Big Scary Argument out of the way on Sunday and another Big Scary Argument done yesterday. Both things are a huge relief and weight off of my mind but there are so many other huge things that need to be dealt with that it’s just making me feel constantly tired.
I had a dream that everything was working itself out and that I was happy last night and now I just kind of want to sleep and carry on having that dream and not have to face anything.

Listening to this reminds me of going on and on about how much I wanted them to play this at Latitude last year, only for them to actually open with it and for it to be amazing.
What I wouldn’t give to re-live that weekend right now!

(Source: br0s-0verb0ard)

synonymsfornostalgia:

Moonshiner (Bob Dylan cover) - The Tallest Man On Earth

I realised today that I have 92 Tallest Man On Earth songs on my iPod. Considering he’s only released three full length albums, is that excessive?
Don’t be stupid, not when covers like this exist. 

Bloody hell I’d forgotten about this. I miss my iPod. Does anyone know how to fix them? Fix mine.

(via oneslyfish)

It’s becoming very real that I won’t be living with my best friend any more in less than 3 weeks and I’m so, so upset about it.

Planning things to do together, just stuff we normally do like going for food or walks, and knowing it will be the last time we do it together here is fucking awful.