"Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody drew whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet. “ - Banksy


it was bloody cold.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Joe Dempsie is sexy


Spent lunch trying to figure out where each one of our friends would be in five, ten years time. The first pregnant, the first to leave, the richest, the most successful, the solo mum, the crazy aunt, the MILF, the druggy...
Honestly it keeps on freaking me out because I can see exactly what all my friends are gonna be doing but I've got no idea about myself! I feel like Chris off skins. Or maybe Anwar. Except that I won't smoke, screw, rob, and snort anything and I'm not Muslim. But still.
How does everyone even decide?????????
Lucy

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