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This is my Blog. I love motorcycles, tattoos, and moving forward. I take pictures. My Name is Philip Alexander Stewart, I am existing. I like stockings and suspenders as much as girls love beards. I don't really live anywhere but I am from Glasgow City, Scotland.
Over the next week or so I am going to start going through my tumblr and saving some of my writing and photographs. After I’ve done that I’m going to delete my tumblr permanently. I can’t say for certain why but it’s much for the same reasons I’ve deleted my other social networking sites. I spend my life online and I am becoming very much aware of the lack of time I have. I want to spend it out there in the real world. Thank you for your interesting chat and lovely faces and hilarious posts over the past 3 years. I genuinely hope that you all get what you want in life. You are good people. I especially wish for good things for the tumblr beard loving community. You are all lovely. One last thing. If you really like someone from tumblr as a friend or even more, go and meet them, shake their hand and experience something together. Do what ever it takes. Thankyou tumblrdom. P.A Stewart

Over the next week or so I am going to start going through my tumblr and saving some of my writing and photographs.

After I’ve done that I’m going to delete my tumblr permanently.

I can’t say for certain why but it’s much for the same reasons I’ve deleted my other social networking sites.

I spend my life online and I am becoming very much aware of the lack of time I have. I want to spend it out there in the real world.

Thank you for your interesting chat and lovely faces and hilarious posts over the past 3 years.

I genuinely hope that you all get what you want in life. You are good people. I especially wish for good things for the tumblr beard loving community. You are all lovely.

One last thing. If you really like someone from tumblr as a friend or even more, go and meet them, shake their hand and experience something together. Do what ever it takes.

Thankyou tumblrdom.

P.A Stewart

This is why james and I are best friends. We elect words of the day and explain why. My elected word of the day was goodbye.

This is why james and I are best friends. We elect words of the day and explain why. My elected word of the day was goodbye.

I found these two 1950’s sledges at the dump today. I couldn’t not bring them home. My nieces will love them.

I found these two 1950’s sledges at the dump today. I couldn’t not bring them home. My nieces will love them.

Got stuck in traffic on my new bike.

Got stuck in traffic on my new bike.

As anyone who reads my blog will know. I’ve been struggling with my lack of riding recently. I’m dying without a bike. So today I rocked down to my local garage run by a guy called Charles. This bike here is his and he let me ride it today. It was fantastic. It really gave me a little bit of the fix I’ve been needing recently. I still need to ride again full time. In case you want to check out this garage, look up Cicco Custom Fabrication on facebook.

As anyone who reads my blog will know. I’ve been struggling with my lack of riding recently. I’m dying without a bike.

So today I rocked down to my local garage run by a guy called Charles. This bike here is his and he let me ride it today. It was fantastic. It really gave me a little bit of the fix I’ve been needing recently. I still need to ride again full time. In case you want to check out this garage, look up Cicco Custom Fabrication on facebook.

My head is completely out of control. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m mad and tired all the time. Every time I smile I can hear a voice shout “You’re faking it!”. I feel like I am completely full of jumbled up words and feelings and I’m trying to sort through them but instead, I’m drowning. I watch the news and obsess about the people who are killing each other. I wonder if they had shaken hands first, would they have been so easy to blow up? I’m full of hopes and fears and dreams and I am completely helpless to do anything about it. I rally myself every so often by closing my eyes and imagining riding down an empty road. There is no greater peace than the silence of a ride into darkness with only a single headlight to guide your way. I am fucking imploding. I can’t go another summer without riding. I can’t go down to London on a fucking bus. I can’t hear “…then why are you dressed like a biker?” again. I AM A FUCKING BIKER! But without a bike I am only part human. I can’t play instruments, I’m useless at painting, people infuriate me, I’m stone cold broke, I’m seriously overweight, the only thing that keeps me breathing is that I have my identity. But I can’t think about it too much because I’m only part of that just now. I was at a funeral today, of a man I never met, and they talked about this guys life. All the great things he accomplished and the amazing legacy he left behind. WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY GOING TO SAY AT MINE?! “Here lies Philip Fucking Stewart. The most useless asshole to ever walk the earth. The only thing he cared about was riding motorcycles and being a part of his community, but he was too much of a fuck up to even do that right.” I never took that fucking picture by the way. I wish I had.

My head is completely out of control. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m mad and tired all the time. Every time I smile I can hear a voice shout “You’re faking it!”. I feel like I am completely full of jumbled up words and feelings and I’m trying to sort through them but instead, I’m drowning. I watch the news and obsess about the people who are killing each other. I wonder if they had shaken hands first, would they have been so easy to blow up? I’m full of hopes and fears and dreams and I am completely helpless to do anything about it. I rally myself every so often by closing my eyes and imagining riding down an empty road. There is no greater peace than the silence of a ride into darkness with only a single headlight to guide your way. I am fucking imploding. I can’t go another summer without riding. I can’t go down to London on a fucking bus. I can’t hear “…then why are you dressed like a biker?” again. I AM A FUCKING BIKER! But without a bike I am only part human. I can’t play instruments, I’m useless at painting, people infuriate me, I’m stone cold broke, I’m seriously overweight, the only thing that keeps me breathing is that I have my identity. But I can’t think about it too much because I’m only part of that just now.

I was at a funeral today, of a man I never met, and they talked about this guys life. All the great things he accomplished and the amazing legacy he left behind. WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY GOING TO SAY AT MINE?!

“Here lies Philip Fucking Stewart. The most useless asshole to ever walk the earth. The only thing he cared about was riding motorcycles and being a part of his community, but he was too much of a fuck up to even do that right.”

I never took that fucking picture by the way. I wish I had.

Found it. This has been the highlight of my day. It’s been a very slow day. Need to start getting ready for London.

Found it. This has been the highlight of my day. It’s been a very slow day. Need to start getting ready for London.

Down at the arcade.

Down at the arcade.