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Oh yes (Taken with instagram)

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Such an amazing house.

More future

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forever reblog

Had this bad boy on for a week now. Great times with greater people! (Taken with instagram)

RYAN’S SHORT STORY TIME:
The 20:49 to Canada Water

Fuck!

A trainwreck.
I awoke to everything and everyone about me mangled and smashed.
Men, Women, Boys, Girls and laptops strewn across the walls, upholstery and carpet. I sit there for moment before i hastily get up from my reserved seat and pace about my carriage,
I paid twenty odd quid for this.
Not worth it.
So, I was just curiously peering at life ebbing away from various other passengers stroke victims. The occasional whimper, the half-breath scream. Praying to whatever god would listen that this…was just a nightmare. Funny how we’re all secretly faithful at times like these. Probably just a comfort thing though
to be honest with you.

Stepping over strangers limbs and clearly cheap headphones and that, i come to what was the sliding doors, pick up a green driving license, Miss Isobella Lockyear. 19. Isobella was still sat upright in her chair, bit of a bloody forehead but other than losing her life, didn’t look that worse for wear, her hat had been shaken to the seat beside her in the collision, so i gently replaced it upon her head and left her there to rest, Compassion,
thats the sort of guy i am…I’m nice.

So I then turned around and retraced each of my steps, the lights were all flickering as a gentle but not so calming breeze rolls right through a blood stained window. I take a deep breath of it and persist, calling out help and other similar stuff people wont hear or have the guts to react too even if they did.sigh.
People these days, sick of it man.
Can’t get Miss Lockyear out of my head though. Nineteen years old. Full life ahead of her, just for it to be halted by a missed signal that she pays bloody good money every morning to be repaired. So yeah, I digress.

I’m about halfway back through my wreckage when I see a bloke who looked pretty familiar, I was pretty sure I’d bumped into him somewhere on the tube that day earlier. Wearing a pink polo shirt, white shorts, slip ons upon his feet. And as I hear Paramedics rushing in nearby. I realise that man,
is me.
Sigh
I look happy.
I reach over and shut my own eyelids.
I’d had enough of train prices anyway.

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So we’ve just past 5 month mark into 2012 and im almost there! :) (Taken with instagram)

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89/100 — Sherri DuPree

This is how I invision me and my own wife. With an equally cool house

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