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“On 29 April 2014 Julie is calling time on domestic violence and raising money for Sussex-based charity RISE, which has had its funding cut. She’ll be doing this with the help of some of the hottest tickets in journalism, literature, film and TV, including Her Royal Womanness Caitlin Moran. Told you the ticket was hot!”
Sunday on the Riviera. Mid March, I suppose by now we’d be calling it spring. But, you know, there wasn’t a proper winter, so it’s sort of snuck up on us. And now, if it isn’t raining or cloud covered it’s blasting sunshine.
For the first time in a long time I took the dog up Tottenham Marshes, or at least just beyond the allotments and had a sit in the sunshine.
I hesitate to say I was…
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Clare's law letting women know if partner has abusive past rolled out -
Domestic violence disclosure scheme is rolled out across England and Wales on International Women’s Day
Good Morning, Sunshine!
Apparently this has been the wettest winter in 200 years. I’ve certainly been migraining more or less solidly since the August Bank Holiday, and the past couple of days of sunshine have been a welcome respite.
When I surface I take a look around at what is going on and hope to God there’s nothing I need to have done, need to be doing, should have done, ought to have done…
Yesterday I did a bit…
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END of Domestic Violence -
The fundraising event draws near… and we have 830 likes on the facebook page.
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elaine4queen turned 5 today!
Thanks for all the likes, follows, reblogs etc. I know I don’t post a lot of original content apart from having my wordpress blog piped through here, but I still love my tumblr. So much so that I have another one which is the tumblr for my new blog about language http://mnemonicmujer.tumblr.com/ and I also made a tumblr last year for the upcoming event raising money for RISE, http://theendofproject.tumblr.com/
I hope that Yahoo don’t mess around with tumblr too much, it’s a lovely place and I’m glad to have spent the past 5 years following amazing people like darksilenceinsuburbia yama-boto workman, and Austin Kleon as well as many others.
July 23, 1967 - February 2, 2014
Crying crying crying.
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"There’s no such thing as beating out of love."
When you’re sick, your life is supposed to change. You’re supposed to want to settle old arguments, fund charities, commit random acts of kindness every day, solve all the world’s problems, and live every day as it was your last. But that isn’t how it works. You don’t have that kind of energy. Most days getting out of bed is comparable to climbing the tallest mountain, you’re bitter and jaded because you feel cheated out of life, your brain is too foggy and your memory too poor to be a problem solver, and the pain you’re in makes you angry, short tempered, and at times cruel. Yet you’re supposed to be an inspiration, just because you’re still living. Let me tell you, that isn’t how it works. —
I may not be angry, short-tempered or cruel but I am very forgetful and live in a haze that it is amazing I know what day it is most of the time. I seem to lose a lot of awareness of time flow due to pain. But I can say people always say ‘I don’t know how you do it’. It being whatever I happen to be doing with pain. And it isn’t that I am inspirational it is that I confuse people who have no concept of chronic pain. I get that. You don’t understand how you must survive with some level of pain all the time until you must. Then your concept of pain becomes skewed and relative. Intolerable vs tolerable, and tolerable is more than most people can take. This doesn’t make me an inspiration. Or strong. It sucks. It makes me tired. And forgetful. And I make mistakes. And my language skills get buggered up. It is merely necessary. “I laugh because I must not cry. That is all. That is all.” ~ Abraham Lincoln(via hermitbrainlessblogger)
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint. — (via moonsulk)
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Computational Astrophysics, George Mason University,
‘Numerical simulations of ring galaxies: First ring events, star formation, and AM0644-741’
“I used to think that I could never lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost.”
Nan Goldin — (via workman)