20 years old. From England.
70s/80s British Punk. Bowie ♥. Grey. Rocking Horse Shoes. Lace. Illustrating. Ska. Science Fiction. Vincent Price. Detail. Steampunk. Simon Pegg. Veganism. Accents. Frills. Noel Fielding♥. Reggae. Alex Delarge. Crafts. Junji Ito. Humour. Cheekbones. Baccano! Giraffes. Animal Rights. Strawberries. Gyo. Dr Frank N Furter. Nana. Glam Rock. Horror. Surrealism. Rod Serling. Garden Rose Tea. A Clockwork Orange. Emi & Mai. Sewing. Adam Ant ♥.
"Don't be so nice to me,
I just don't know how to react.
With all these words piling up..
I can't even see your face"
(Source: hate--creation, via marsneedswomen)
They don’t come over to me straight away, they stand from a far trying to decide who’s going to come over and ask me.
It makes me feel really uncomfortable ^^” haha…
And then when they all decide to come over and ask me I never know what to say, so just end up shrugging and saying “hairspray..”
I’m sure it’s the same ones every time.. in which they always get the same answer out of me hah..
This French boy asked if he could have his picture took with me because I was “Unusual and Odd girl who he never had seen before” - he spent 5 minutes trying to get someone to take the picture for him. Half of the people he asked ignored him, I felt really sorry for him. Mancunians can be so ignorant.
These guys walking past my shop looked at me and shouted..
This guy at work, that’s really into steampunk wants me to make him a double breasted waistcoat..
I can make clothes but.. he’s very particular.
Can I make a double breasted waistcoat?
Ahh… I’m going to be late for work.
Thought I’d add this to my illustrations on here, since I had it posted on my old tumblr.
I want to do more illustrations like this, but I don’t feel like I have the patience right now.
I drew this last year in November and I think it took me two weeks. The artist that comes into work every so often says I need a title for it. I have no idea what to call it.
Why do I have to call it anything.
(Source: theotiose, via acatstolemysoul)
(Source: jesstabitmad, via marsneedswomen)
This old man with a camera just said I remind him of a young Rosanna Arquette…
I wouldn’t say I’m quiet…
I don’t really talk that much, only when I feel like I need/want to.
When I’m nervous about something I talk a lot, mainly about anything and everything.
I don’t like the new manager.
“It’s like a drug house, scary people in there”
Read this on twitter about where I work.
Ironically it’s sometimes the customers themselves who come in that scare me.
Not the people I work with.
It’s raining..
