musical flâneuse; professional daydreamer; sometime DJ & club promoter; former record label bureaucrat; future popstar. [glasgow / manchester, uk]
may 2012: i might be up to my old tricks with some new music & other projects soon. stranger things have happened at sea, eh?
in the meantime, you can still listen to the fruits of my former solo alias, "the kara sea", at last.fm. (last year's girl called it "a gorgeous shiver of evocative electronica", and sandman magazine opined, "set this girl free in a fancy studio and something stunning will come of it")
you can also hang out with me online by clicking these magic buttons;

this is so shit (it’s late and fuck making it prettier), but i decided to make a transparent collage of the worlds hottest terrorist.
none of these are my images, i’ve just used them without permission
because i’m a bad ass
If we’re getting into the “world’s hottest terrorist” debate, Leila Khaled surely wins it hands down, but I reckon young Jahar here occupies a respectable second place.
Of course, this is assuming evil dictators are not counted in your definition of terrorism; if they *are*, then Stalin goes straight in at number, relegating ol’ Mop Top Boat Boy to third.)
I’ve definitely given too much thought to this.
The last bunch of tulips in Lidl. Fiver. (makeshift vase is fashioned from a Coke glass decorated with washi tape) (at Lidl)
Listen, I get why people hate this band. Skinny boys in tattoos and a frontman just pushing thirty, lamenting the Good Old Days when “my teenage heart pumped all my misery to fingertips that might ignite” kinda seems a little hard to get behind. But hey, I’ve just turned 28 myself and nearly every day feels like a Bruce Springsteen lyric playing tribute to the excesses of my lost youth.
Yeah, s’pose I’ve had a few decent turns of phrase in my time.
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(via lastyearsgirl)My best friend can rite better than your best friend. Truth.
friendly reminder that there are now teenagers walking this earth who were not born in the 1990s
This makes me feel 500 years old.
no no no wait a minute…
the first of my friends to get pregnant got knocked up in the winter of 99/2000, and she was younger than me.
so… I AM OLD ENOUGH TO BE THE PARENT OF A TEENAGER. *waves goodbye to all remaining pretence of youth*
:’(
:(friendly reminder that there are now teenagers walking this earth who were not born in the 1990s
This makes me feel 500 years old.
Snuggles. Night night. (& big up for my @juliegbeauty Bikini nail polish; I can see my fingers in the dark, they’re that bright! ;))
So, the “velvet manicure” turned out to be one of those things that sounds cool in theory, but looks totally stupid in practice.
Precocious South American jumps shark, fades into obscurity, moves to Govanhill, opens sweet shop. A heartwarming tale.
There are still many more days of failure ahead, whole seasons of failure, things will go terribly wrong, you will have huge disappointments, but you have to prepare for that, you have to expect it and be resolute and follow your own path.
Some of you might receive one of these beauties in the not-too-distant future… (but I’ll only show you mine if you’ve shown me yours!)