November 2010
October 2010
1st Drunk Post
Cutest guy ever saved me from a creep tonight.
Probably because I was half naked dressed as Leeloo, but still. Let’s all hope he calls/texts me!
Why is disliking someone so hard when they're so attractive?
“We should dress up as the Olsen twins for Hallowe’en.”
—My Mum
"Interests: Reading, writing, extreme rationalizations, make-up, fashion, cooking, dubstep and ambient, painting, yoga."
This is whyyyyy (L)
;]
I think your personal blog will be very interesting. It's a funny coincidence that you created a blog spot the same day I trashed my old one and created a new one. Anyways, I'm looking forward to your posts, best of luck!
You’re always so sweet. I’m equally as interested in seeing how your new one turns out lady!
I missed TMI yesterday so I’m doing it today!
Does anyone have any photoshop skills that would be interested in creating a avatar photo of myself for the header in my new blog?
If so please contact me!
I’ve only just made it today but feel free to take a looksy!
Day to Day
I watch her shutter away from the rain, her skin tightens in response to the chill and her hands gently glide up and down her arms.
She prances into another room escaping the feeling, leaving me alone to notice what mood nature is really in.
It’s somber and dismal - just how I like it.
The light tap tap tap tap tap as the water hits the roof and falls onto the wooden patio, the clarity in the passing vehicles as they ride through miniscule rivers along the streets, the dripping streams running down the bark of the surrounding plant life.
The bitterness hits me now, my skin involuntarily tightens like a blanket pulling itself closer around me and I stare at the goose bumps while running my fingers over them.
I’m reminded of braille and the feeling is similar to a blind man finding his sight again.
I walk to the windows and open all of them, letting the raw, cool, earthy aromas fill my lungs as if it’s the last.
I stand there for a moment before returning to reality, a gentle sigh pours from my lips, “I like the rain,” I say.
“Through an experience that simultaneously involved my sensibility and intelligence, I realized early on that the imaginative life, however morbid it might seem, is the one that suits temperaments like mine. The fictions of my imagination (as it later developed) may weary me, but they don’t hurt or humiliate. Impossible lovers can’t cheat on us, or smile at us falsely, or be calculating in their caresses. They never forsake us, and they don’t die or disappear.”
—Fernando Pessoa
“What can I expect from myself? My sensation in all their horrible acuity, and a profound awareness of feeling. A sharp mind that only destroys me, and an unusual capacity for dreaming to keep me entertained. A dead will and a reflection that cradles it, like a living child.”
—Fernando Pessoa
