please make it stop.
please.

I heard that was you..

who mistook the steak for chicken?
who'm i gonna stick my dick in?
we're not those kids
sittin on the couch.
who mistook this crap for genius?
who is gonna stroke my penis?
we're not those kids
sittin on the couch.
sittin on the couch.

hey you, could you give it a rest, just take me home, come on and get me undressed. we're geeks but we know, this is ****

how temporary is this plan, because i am not yours and you are not mine.
i like to walk around your room in my underwear and i like it when you stare.
so i crept up so slowly, i crept up behind you
my legs around your waist
my breath on your neck
and i felt like my tummy might explode! :)
and my limbs are owwie from too much "dancing"
and my lips are big from kisses,
and i want you so badly, all of the time.
i'm sorry we're so incompatible,
because i always feel like i did the first time..with you

Are you class? i'm feckin clesss like

fuck me, i am happy.
know why?
i have zero stress!
i'm satisfied.
i'm partied out.
i'm committed to no bitch.
i've stopped giving a fuck about school.
i don't have a job.
i was less than 2 metres away from mike fielding last night! ah
i'm nearly 18.
i don't have anyone or anything to look after.
i'm saying this now in a happier way than i have done before.
i am well and truely mine.
it's kickass!
:)

Rawrmeowlalalalalala, pow pow!

later homies, have a good one whatever you're doing.

She'd be a whole lot prettier if she smiled once in a while. (love to you bloggers)

(8) Everything's gonna be alright, Rockaby (8)

So I felt a bit shitty a few days ago. Because I found out something I didn't want to know and lost faith in humanity.
But you know what? I was sitting on the bus the other morning, listening to Lullaby by Shawn Mullins, and I hadn't listened to it for ages, even though I used to play it flat out. You should listen to it while you read this blog actually, if you haven't heard it. That might be nice. It's not a great song, but it reminds me of when I was little and my momma would play it all the time :)




I like it because he talks through a lot of it and it's hard to sing along to :)

Yeah anyway, I was listening to that on my little country-road bus journey and I was on blogger on my phone (I turned off facebook so I need to occupy myself) and I saw my name, and it was under a post entitled "I. Am. Alone" which I signed off with last time. I read it, and it made me totally fucking happy, then I read Daniels blog and he mentioned me in it too.

And I realised that there is so much more, minor setbacks are just that. My life is not confined to a small town where I live, or the small town I go to school in, Or the slightly bigger town I spend most weekends in. There are people i've never met, amazing people. People I could dance with. People I could listen to music with and sing with. People to drink and smoke with. People to make love with. People to fall in love with. People to hug and people to kiss.

My life will change and mould into something completely undefinable. I am looking forward to the future. This isn't all there is.

The other thing it made me realise is how I started this blog just to get things I was writing out there, I never thought i'd talk to anyone on here, or even read anyone else's stuff, but I have. Shit, i've been talking to Daniel for more than a year (happy anniversary, darling!) and I don't feel like my day is complete unless we talk. And yet i've never put my arms around him or watched a film or seen his face for reals! it's fucking crazzzayyy.

Daniel's Blogs, Alive but not Breathing and Project: ThreeHundredAndSixtyFive

Then I met this awesome free-thinker who decided to follow me one day, she is gorgeous and unique. I highly recommend her awesome readings.
Julias Blog, I Wish I Were British and this post that I like alot.

And Ross! who I haven't got to know very well yet, but kinda hope to as he seems awesomeundooo. he writes this funny little blog and has a sort of alter-ego which is cool, and recently gave people the option to get the right answers to a blog he did, which is like seeing the real him, I sorta love that :) it's well cool.
Ross' Blog, Comical Musings

And my beautiful Shannie, (AKA ross AKA miffy) who is the only person I knew in person before reading her blog. I love reading it because she talks about things I understand and she's full of vintage loveliness. I like her smile and the way she almost knocks me over with hugs. You should have a read.
Shannie's les Danseurs Rubans
She's also multi talented and can do ART wowee! and take beautiful photos and videos like THIS! :) I miss you babe.

I hope you gives have enjoyed this post. I don't do enough long one's anymore.
You guys are fucking kickass.

Here's some picture's that make me feel really happy :)

You. Are. Special.

So Happily Screwed.

What happens when someone you considered so close fucks you over?

This is what happens: You give up on everybody.



The people I know are just people.
The friends I hang out with are "just people"
The Men and the Girls that I kiss are "just people"







Everyone I know has a life outside of knowing me. Sometimes you have to kind of realise that.

I don't know people as well as I think. I am only a part of a massively big thing. Their life.


I will never know what goes through someones head when they do something that I can't ever comprehend.

Like stripping me of my privacy, taking away my intimate conversations and making them into a mockery. Taking away moments and words that I thought were my own.


I would turn to someone to talk to about this.


But I belong to no one.
I am no ones best friend.
I am no ones girlfriend.
Not anymore.
I am mine.


That's all that I can trust in.

I think about everything I used to have. The people I loved. The trust I put in people. The care people showed me. I wish I missed it more. But I feel nothing.


This is strangely comforting. In an incredibly defeatist way.

You. Are. Alone.

*consider yourself one of my best friends.
consider yourself one of my enemies.*