My name is Kablamo von Strudelthumb and I come here from the year, 1987.
These are some magical head LOLs that I have mashed, cuddled and raepd before mysteriously translating them into eye LOLs for the convenience of Lord Salamander.
This is a no hate blog and I strongly believe that DOCTOR WHO and HARRY POTTER are the nectar of the gods.
I only tag a picture under "photography" if it was actually taken by me.
PLEASE, ONLY FOLLOW IF YOU ACTUALLY (for some reason) FIND MY POSTS ENTERTAINING!
I DON'T DO FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW OR PROMOTE FOR PROMOTE! DAT SHIT IS WACK!
I'm sorry if I don't follow back. I'm already following more blogs than I can efficiently handle.
I also have a Tumblr which I dedicate to my lame photography:
Silent Melody Photography
And this Billie Piper one:
Billie Piper
And now there's this one where we ask you to submit photos of your bedrooms: Glimpse of Your Soul
If you want to know a little more about me,
click here.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Mum’s house is getting so rickety!
It’s always been somewhat so because it was only designed as a holiday beach shack with a cheap and dodgy second story attachment, but it’s creaking so loud that it’s keeping me awake.
I’m lying in bed and the door latch is loose so the breeze through the window is sucking the door open a tiny amount and then suddenly slamming it back into the door frame, making my heart smash through my chest every time. I closed the window to save myself from a heart attack but the house is still making sudden, voluminous, creaky noises. And it’s warm now that I’ve closed the window.
On top of that, I can’t stop thinking about my nana. I’m super alarmed because she’s been sorting through all her things and asking us what we want, and last time I saw her she said she didn’t think she had long to go. And then tonight Mum was saying that we need to get around to seeing Nana and Poppy more often because Nana’s not holding up as well as usual.
I don’t want to think about it but I can’t stop. I mean it’s inevitable, it happens to everybody. She’s nearing 83 and she was essentially a chain smoker from when she was 25 years old. She only just quit last year because she got really sick with flu/bronchitis and couldn’t handle smoking anymore. Everybody’s amazed she’s lasted this long. Even Poppy. I just can not cope with even the thought of no Nana in my life. She’s too precious to live without. And then I get to thinking about losing Mum …
Please just let the sun eat Earth before that happens.
