March 2010
One for sorrow
Two for joy…
I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be joyful about, but I’m going to try see the joy in everything anyway.
Wish me luck x
“You only get one shot, so make it count”
—JLS
I’m being serenaded. All is good.
“
?Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
—- editors note. He doesn’t even like me back like I want him to.
” —Neil Gaiman.I realise I sound like a queerstick. Sorry.
This feels rubbish
I am feeling hurt like hot pokers through my heart. They don’t do antacids for jealousy.
Please, J, text me. Want me.
Hah
In “branching out” I’ve cut myself off. Irony.
FU Louise.
HAHA. Go Louise. SOOO audacious.
Didn’t think I like rugby, very wrong. GO SAVILLES
So, I woke up and checked my phone, despite saying I wouldn’t.
Now I can’t sleep but I’m so glad I did it.
To you, you were my best friend through all the hardest times. Maybe your post wasn’t aimed at me. But maybe it was. Just to reiterate, I love you, and couldn’t have survived so long without you.
I mean that xx
:)
“I can stand the sight of worms/
And look at microscopic germs/
But technicolour pachyderms/
Are really too much for me!”
This whole scene in dumbo pretty much encourages drinking, portraying it as fun, exciting and flight-enabling.
I loved stuff before it got politically correct, I mean, dumbo getting wasted didn’t encourage me to drink at all. Being told I shouldn’t, on the other hand„ does exactly the opposite ;)
“Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
illness
apparently that’s where it’s at today.
“Strike while it’s hot, ‘cos there ain’t that much room at the top”
—Gabe Saporta, “Smile for the paparazzi”- Cobra Starship
probably.
I feel, since this is new to me, I should post something other than just a photo.
Here it is.
