yksisarvinen is unicorn in finnish

foxirving:

How does a Zine Making Workshop Sound? Fancy being part of the first edition of ‘How Do I Figure?’ You free on Saturday 23rd July 11am - 2pm and in London Town - If so come along and be part of it! oh yes and you get to meet me as well :) ♥ Mucho Awesome - See ya there! x

foxirving:

How does a Zine Making Workshop Sound? Fancy being part of the first edition of ‘How Do I Figure?’ You free on Saturday 23rd July 11am - 2pm and in London Town - If so come along and be part of it! oh yes and you get to meet me as well :) ♥ Mucho Awesome - See ya there! x


NEW TUMBLR OK? →

i just decided to change tumblrs.

see, when i started yksisarvinen, i didn’t realise you could supereasily change the username/address (i’d signed up under tukrulovesyou couple of months earlier) and the whole having to change the blog destination everytime i reblog and all my questions & likes & whatever showing up under a tumblr name i don’t actually use! it’s little things but it’s fucking annoying me.

i’m going to miss being a unicorn in finnish though, but now i’m ‘kitty club!’ (fine looking ladies are also sometimes called ‘kissa’ in finnish slang.. meow.)


carl’s left the house before me, he’s gone to tonbridge to some oxfam area managers’ meeting (not that he’s actually one..) it doesn’t feel like wednesday. it feels like sunday.

i managed to do some ‘homework’ before bed. carl looked rather dapper this morning. i wish i’d looked at his feet, cos now i’m wondering if he wore proper shoes along with his stripy shirt.


The statement ‘I feel fat’ is never really about fat…Each time a woman looks at her thighs and says, ‘Yuck’, she is really saying, ‘There’s something wrong with me or what I’m feeling.’ We turn our bodies into metaphors for all of our bad feelings- and we find confirmation for doing so everywhere we look.

— “When Women Stop Hating Their Bodies” by Jane R. Hirschmann and Carol H. Munter (via myotonia) (via embraceyourbody) (via ilovefat) (via sweaterves)


instead of homework i’m doing up my ‘new’ ipod. actually it’s carl’s old one, but i can now officially have it (i’d been hogging it 80% of the week anyway..) cos he found a broken one and fixed it with his magic ipod skillz. he’s having it cos it seems to be newer and is in better nick than this old one. i think most people give up on their ipods too easily. obviously they’ve never heard of what we call the train ticket trick. (inside both our ipods, there are pieces of train ticket. true story.)

this one has been through a lot. about five death screens / reformatting projects that i know of. and it arrived in the post on the day john peel died. i always tell carl he killed john peel. i’ve just renamed the ipod john peel in his honour. five and a half years and still going strong. <3


i should really do my mentalist homework. i’ve got phone therapy at lunch tomorrow. i have barely looked at the stuff she sent me, for the third time (i keep losing them)