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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.

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Holy guacamole I wish I had brown eyes! They’re lovely and more resilient to sunlight than silly old blue grey. It’s cool how something as small as a change of eye colour can make you look so different when you really take notice. I had a lonely photo shoot in the early morning light. I felt I needed to attempt creativity again.

Holy guacamole I wish I had brown eyes! They’re lovely and more resilient to sunlight than silly old blue grey. It’s cool how something as small as a change of eye colour can make you look so different when you really take notice.

I had a lonely photo shoot in the early morning light. I felt I needed to attempt creativity again.

I can’t decide if this is reasonable enough to be a shitty first actor’s headshot or if it’s too close up and creepy. Something’s talking to me though. I also don’t know if the colouring is right. Everything looks different on my computer because it is an old man. I also need to make the lights in my eyes less noticeable but for that I must wait for Photoshap.

I can’t decide if this is reasonable enough to be a shitty first actor’s headshot or if it’s too close up and creepy. Something’s talking to me though. I also don’t know if the colouring is right. Everything looks different on my computer because it is an old man. I also need to make the lights in my eyes less noticeable but for that I must wait for Photoshap.

A peak into my bedroom. My habitat. My cave. My den. My dungeon. My seclusion hut. My sanity and my insanity. This is me. I’m sorry for the disappointment. Garry bought me a ‘Back to the Future’ poster to tizzy my wall. It arrived yesterday. It pleasures me.

A peak into my bedroom. My habitat. My cave. My den. My dungeon. My seclusion hut. My sanity and my insanity. This is me. I’m sorry for the disappointment.

Garry bought me a ‘Back to the Future’ poster to tizzy my wall. It arrived yesterday. It pleasures me.

So eight hours after I started my makeover, which took me four hours because I felt slow, I present this average picture of me next to my photo of Macaulay Culkin as Kevin McAllister. It’s alarming how charming I feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel!

So eight hours after I started my makeover, which took me four hours because I felt slow, I present this average picture of me next to my photo of Macaulay Culkin as Kevin McAllister.

It’s alarming how charming I feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel!

I’m so tired of feeling so pointlessly sad and listless and lost and exhausted and unmotivated. I’m tired of not being able to work up the energy to cry it out. I have a perpetual feeling of being close to bawling my eyes out but it never boils over to release me for a few small moments. I imagine that once I do start to cry properly I’ll probably shrivel up like a sultana from dehydration. I have been moaning about my woes so much lately. I need some better distractions. I NEED TO HAVE A GIGANTIC CRY!

I’m so tired of feeling so pointlessly sad and listless and lost and exhausted and unmotivated. I’m tired of not being able to work up the energy to cry it out. I have a perpetual feeling of being close to bawling my eyes out but it never boils over to release me for a few small moments. I imagine that once I do start to cry properly I’ll probably shrivel up like a sultana from dehydration.

I have been moaning about my woes so much lately. I need some better distractions. I NEED TO HAVE A GIGANTIC CRY!

Derps me with my dad’s dog, Morris aka Maurice, and my sister’s dog, Buckley aka Chuckles. I’m cross with Morris for the way he’s been treating Buckley. They do get along; they they play together and it’s really sweet, but Morris gets horribly jealous whenever I cuddle Buckley, even when Morris is getting a cuddle at the same time. He becomes aggressive towards Buckles and it’s making me sad. Buckley keeps separating himself from me so Morris won’t get pissy. I really want to cuddle him. I think he misses his mum.

Derps me with my dad’s dog, Morris aka Maurice, and my sister’s dog, Buckley aka Chuckles.

I’m cross with Morris for the way he’s been treating Buckley. They do get along; they they play together and it’s really sweet, but Morris gets horribly jealous whenever I cuddle Buckley, even when Morris is getting a cuddle at the same time. He becomes aggressive towards Buckles and it’s making me sad.

Buckley keeps separating himself from me so Morris won’t get pissy. I really want to cuddle him. I think he misses his mum.

HERPADERPISTAN! Since I don’t think I’ve made one since I signed up, this 5000th post is a big fancy “About Me”, an effort that will probably go to waste. My name is Breanna May and I am an extroverted, introverted semi-loner who was born 23 years and 9 months ago in Gawler, South Australia. Gawler used to be a delightful country town, but it’s gradually becoming just another, overpopulated suburb of Adelaide. I learned of Tumblr through Mel and Kim (not the 80’s pop duo … OR ARE THEY) and I signed up because I desperately needed an outlet for my mind. I’ve now been with Tumblr for 1 year, 6 months and 2 days and what I’ve found is this community of incredibly kind, intelligent and witty people who think how I think and like what I like and teach me so much. Now for some useless facts about myself: My middle name is May and I was born in May but this is only half a coincidence because I was named after my mum’s aunt. My first name is traditionally spelt “Brianna” but my parents chose “Breanna” because a) it’s awesome, and b) it’s more “meaningful” to them as it is a mixture of Brenton (my dad), Leanne (my auntie) and Ann (my mum’s middle name). This is also only half a coincidence. I think they just came up with that after they decided they liked the look of “Breanna” better. I have an older sister who is 26, a younger sister who is 21 and a younger brother who is 12. I am 5’1” and 4/5. I stopped growing when I was about 12. I’m plump and lumpy. I intend on staying at least a little plump but not as plump as I am now because I have a few health issues that need sorting out. When I say a few, I mean 13,682,975. I am left handed when writing and drawing, ambidextrous when painting or eating with cutlery and right handed for everything else. I’m rarely serious. The only things I actually take seriously in life are the rights of all creatures, racism, homophobia, sexism … you get the drift. Although I live for bare feet, I sincerely adore shoes.  I have always lacked concentration and organisational skills. I am a terrible liar but I also feel I’m terrible at telling the truth. My truths aren’t very convincing to some people. I am generally great with instinctive orientation and navigation but have a lot of trouble when there are people in the car with me, leading them to believe I am hopeless. The only part of my body that has never gained any fat is my calves. I have inherited my dad’s calves. Bitches be muscley as Mr. Universe. I’ve always felt like an outcast with the majority of my family. It takes up a lot of my physical and emotional energy to participate in most social situations. I can normally only handle a couple of hours before the anxiety comes to play. I love music, but don’t listen to much and never keep up with current artists. Movies more my thing. Not horror movies though. Horror movies just annoy me most of the time. Unless they’re really old. I can appreciate an original concept or a well portrayed adaptation though. I repeated reception because I was considered too “immature” for grade one. My completely expressionless face looks like I’m angry or disgusted by something. I mean no offence. It’s just my face. I strongly believe that laughter is one of the greatest experiences a human can have. I don’t work because of my awesome depression skills, but have wanted to be an actor since I can remember and I’ve decided that I’m finally going to start going for it this year. I’m terrible at hypotheticals. I always end up twisting them to suit me, thus making both the original hypothetical and my response redundant. I can’t cope with conflict and I try to keep at peace with all people. If somebody won’t allow this, I remove myself from the situation. Sometimes, I take photos. I never finished high school, nor do I intend to gain any tertiary education. Instead, I intend to follow my desires with natural skill and self gained experience, working at my own pace and not the pace that is forced upon us by the impatience of the rest of the world. I miss being a dancer. Someday I hope to work with endangered animals. I love raw vegetables and I’m constantly forgetting this. I have an enormous fear of European wasps. I know too much about their abilities and temperament to shoo them away like any other flying bug getting all up in mah bidness. Although I’ve been stung many times, I like bees. My poppy has been a beekeeper for as long as I’ve lived and I used to casually stroll through masses of them in his back yard to say hello to him while he was working in the shed. I upset myself when I kill bugs that won’t leave me alone. My nutrition is quite poor because, although nutritious foods are one of my greatest joys in life, I often forget to feed myself. I sleep naked and would love to live as a nudist. I was naked while writing this. I have a few different identities which come and go as they please. As much as I adore colour, I have a weakness for black and white photographs. I believe most stories about extra-terrestrials visiting Earth. Although I don’t believe that aliens are all mean people, Independence Day and War of the Worlds made me cry with fear. I couldn’t even pee alone after viewing. My favourite number is 8. My favourite colour is green. My favourite movie always comes down to Singin’ in the Rain. As difficult as it is to decide, my favourite existing animal is the elephant and my favourite extinct animal is the parasaurolophus. My favourite planet aside from the incredibly pretty Earth, is Jupiter. My favourite TV shows include Doctor Who, Arrested Development, Spongebob Squarepants and Misfits. My favourite flowers include Tulips, Daisies, Frangipanis, and Lilies. My favourite season is Autumn. My favourite band/musical artist chops and changes, but is most consistently Muse as I know more of their “catalogue” than I do any other artist. My favourite Thunderbird is Thunderbird 2. My favourite trees include the Weeping Willow, Jacaranda and Eucalyptus. My favourite nom is my mum’s vegetable lasagne. I believe I could live on it for the rest of my life. So that’s a fragment of me, now everybody sing a delightful sea shanty! WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA?!

HERPADERPISTAN!

Since I don’t think I’ve made one since I signed up, this 5000th post is a big fancy “About Me”, an effort that will probably go to waste.

My name is Breanna May and I am an extroverted, introverted semi-loner who was born 23 years and 9 months ago in Gawler, South Australia. Gawler used to be a delightful country town, but it’s gradually becoming just another, overpopulated suburb of Adelaide.

I learned of Tumblr through Mel and Kim (not the 80’s pop duo … OR ARE THEY) and I signed up because I desperately needed an outlet for my mind. I’ve now been with Tumblr for 1 year, 6 months and 2 days and what I’ve found is this community of incredibly kind, intelligent and witty people who think how I think and like what I like and teach me so much.

Now for some useless facts about myself:

  • My middle name is May and I was born in May but this is only half a coincidence because I was named after my mum’s aunt.
  • My first name is traditionally spelt “Brianna” but my parents chose “Breanna” because a) it’s awesome, and b) it’s more “meaningful” to them as it is a mixture of Brenton (my dad), Leanne (my auntie) and Ann (my mum’s middle name). This is also only half a coincidence. I think they just came up with that after they decided they liked the look of “Breanna” better.
  • I have an older sister who is 26, a younger sister who is 21 and a younger brother who is 12.
  • I am 5’1” and 4/5. I stopped growing when I was about 12.
  • I’m plump and lumpy. I intend on staying at least a little plump but not as plump as I am now because I have a few health issues that need sorting out. When I say a few, I mean 13,682,975.
  • I am left handed when writing and drawing, ambidextrous when painting or eating with cutlery and right handed for everything else.
  • I’m rarely serious. The only things I actually take seriously in life are the rights of all creatures, racism, homophobia, sexism … you get the drift.
  • Although I live for bare feet, I sincerely adore shoes. 
  • I have always lacked concentration and organisational skills.
  • I am a terrible liar but I also feel I’m terrible at telling the truth. My truths aren’t very convincing to some people.
  • I am generally great with instinctive orientation and navigation but have a lot of trouble when there are people in the car with me, leading them to believe I am hopeless.
  • The only part of my body that has never gained any fat is my calves. I have inherited my dad’s calves. Bitches be muscley as Mr. Universe.
  • I’ve always felt like an outcast with the majority of my family.
  • It takes up a lot of my physical and emotional energy to participate in most social situations. I can normally only handle a couple of hours before the anxiety comes to play.
  • I love music, but don’t listen to much and never keep up with current artists. Movies more my thing. Not horror movies though. Horror movies just annoy me most of the time. Unless they’re really old. I can appreciate an original concept or a well portrayed adaptation though.
  • I repeated reception because I was considered too “immature” for grade one.
  • My completely expressionless face looks like I’m angry or disgusted by something. I mean no offence. It’s just my face.
  • I strongly believe that laughter is one of the greatest experiences a human can have.
  • I don’t work because of my awesome depression skills, but have wanted to be an actor since I can remember and I’ve decided that I’m finally going to start going for it this year.
  • I’m terrible at hypotheticals. I always end up twisting them to suit me, thus making both the original hypothetical and my response redundant.
  • I can’t cope with conflict and I try to keep at peace with all people. If somebody won’t allow this, I remove myself from the situation.
  • Sometimes, I take photos.
  • I never finished high school, nor do I intend to gain any tertiary education. Instead, I intend to follow my desires with natural skill and self gained experience, working at my own pace and not the pace that is forced upon us by the impatience of the rest of the world.
  • I miss being a dancer.
  • Someday I hope to work with endangered animals.
  • I love raw vegetables and I’m constantly forgetting this.
  • I have an enormous fear of European wasps. I know too much about their abilities and temperament to shoo them away like any other flying bug getting all up in mah bidness.
  • Although I’ve been stung many times, I like bees. My poppy has been a beekeeper for as long as I’ve lived and I used to casually stroll through masses of them in his back yard to say hello to him while he was working in the shed.
  • I upset myself when I kill bugs that won’t leave me alone.
  • My nutrition is quite poor because, although nutritious foods are one of my greatest joys in life, I often forget to feed myself.
  • I sleep naked and would love to live as a nudist. I was naked while writing this.
  • I have a few different identities which come and go as they please.
  • As much as I adore colour, I have a weakness for black and white photographs.
  • I believe most stories about extra-terrestrials visiting Earth. Although I don’t believe that aliens are all mean people, Independence Day and War of the Worlds made me cry with fear. I couldn’t even pee alone after viewing.
  • My favourite number is 8.
  • My favourite colour is green.
  • My favourite movie always comes down to Singin’ in the Rain.
  • As difficult as it is to decide, my favourite existing animal is the elephant and my favourite extinct animal is the parasaurolophus.
  • My favourite planet aside from the incredibly pretty Earth, is Jupiter.
  • My favourite TV shows include Doctor Who, Arrested Development, Spongebob Squarepants and Misfits.
  • My favourite flowers include Tulips, Daisies, Frangipanis, and Lilies.
  • My favourite season is Autumn.
  • My favourite band/musical artist chops and changes, but is most consistently Muse as I know more of their “catalogue” than I do any other artist.
  • My favourite Thunderbird is Thunderbird 2.
  • My favourite trees include the Weeping Willow, Jacaranda and Eucalyptus.
  • My favourite nom is my mum’s vegetable lasagne. I believe I could live on it for the rest of my life.

So that’s a fragment of me, now everybody sing a delightful sea shanty!

WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA?!

The King of I. August 9th, 2010.

The King of I.

August 9th, 2010.

Something’s Rotten in the State of Denmark. What is the potion to drink to free one of this never ending, heavy, blurry fog? To liven one’s energy, press down on one’s accelerator and sweeten one’s spirits? I’ve been consumed by this for too long.

Something’s Rotten in the State of Denmark.

What is the potion to drink to free one of this never ending, heavy, blurry fog? To liven one’s energy, press down on one’s accelerator and sweeten one’s spirits? I’ve been consumed by this for too long.

aboutaseven:silentmelodyphotography: Self. As much as I dislike seeing myself naked, I love the naked human form. I want to photograph people without clothes. 2010.  OMG BRE! DID YOU REALIZE THAT YOU POSTED A NAKED PICTURE OF YOURSELF ON TUMBLR!?!? I MEAN WERE YOU AWARE THAT YOU WERE NAKED IN THIS PICTURE!?!?! JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW!  OMG! I TOTALLY DIDN’T REALISE! OMG! I’M SO EFFING EMBARRASSED! OMG! HOW DO I DELETE IT?! HOWHOWHOW! LOL!

aboutaseven:silentmelodyphotography:

Self.

As much as I dislike seeing myself naked, I love the naked human form. I want to photograph people without clothes.

2010.

 OMG BRE! DID YOU REALIZE THAT YOU POSTED A NAKED PICTURE OF YOURSELF ON TUMBLR!?!?

I MEAN WERE YOU AWARE THAT YOU WERE NAKED IN THIS PICTURE!?!?!

JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW!

 OMG! I TOTALLY DIDN’T REALISE! OMG! I’M SO EFFING EMBARRASSED! OMG! HOW DO I DELETE IT?! HOWHOWHOW! LOL!

Reasons why my mum shouldn’t leave old unused lipstick lying around. Same goes for scissors. This was about 2 years ago. These tendencies still exist.

Reasons why my mum shouldn’t leave old unused lipstick lying around. Same goes for scissors. This was about 2 years ago. These tendencies still exist.