Watch me smile.
Sunday, 27 December 2009
Thursday, 24 December 2009
Sunday, 20 December 2009
Wednesday, 16 December 2009
Friday, 11 December 2009
Sunday, 6 December 2009
... and there she goes. Dude, death sucks.
Friday, 4 December 2009
Thursday, 3 December 2009
Yeah, that is my chin. I don't know why I like this picture, I just find it nice.
This is a picture from way back when I had my amazing purple bug-eye glasses that I oh-so-tragically left on the tea-cup ride while dressed as a medieval person, as it goes.
...And finally, a painting I did at like Easter time, the only one I managed to picture before my camera got stolen in Kenya.
Monday, 23 November 2009
Oh fine magician, please don't burn my happiness.
Sunday, 22 November 2009
They tell me that the most agile and strong of us never can keep the memories they catch. not for your death. But here they are, between my clasp, so close that my lips brush against them.
They tell me that the weakest memories will fight and push you away, but I must have chosen a strong one. He held me back and listened to me whisper and cry and poke butterfly kisses on his shoulder.
Screw what those sucks told me, my memories are right here.
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
But I always finish before the start line, because this boy has changed to "In a Relationship" too on Facebook.
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Darling, you don't understand. For everyday I've loved you with all of my heart, there are three when you've left me a raged, tearstricken mess huddling on the linoleum kitchen floor. Darling, I loved you first, but I was what, a countless member of your unattatchment club. I started full of love, all for you, a warm heart that your cold fist froze into delicate spindled glass. The way that the cracks shine when I let the light in is simply beautiful, I have done this once since I last saw you.
See me here, crying on the linoleum kitchen floor? That was you. Darling.
Saturday, 14 November 2009
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Saturday, 7 November 2009
This is what happens when we order pizza.
For goodness sake, save our pizza delivery guys.
BTW, I don't actually look that bad normally, pulling a face and need fringe cutting in picture.
Sunday, 1 November 2009
Lets start again. My name is Natalie Rose Hill, the Nora came partly from my shortness causing baggy tights, but mostly after getting really drunk at a house party and telling gatecrashers that my name was Nora and I was the lodger, and the name stuck. I'm short and I'm scruffy, I don't brush my hair and have baggy tights with holes in them. My nails are permanently peeling off in different colours for every layer and I'm so unlucky sometimes thats its really quite funny. I say like, like, all the time, its really annoying. My voice is really posh and it mostly mumbles a load of sentimental stuff that eventually twists into a smile and blushes my cheeks. I love to write, thats why I have a blog. I'd like to do a few outfit posts every now and then because I love fashion, but my camera leads dead, my sisters taken the two good laptops with card-readers in to uni and my computer and laptop don't have a card-reader, but for christmas I've asked for a good camera with a lead. I need to get fit, if I run for a bus I'll get on, breathe heavily and then trip over in front of five really fit boys who will laugh at me. Happens at least once a month.
LOOK FORWARD TO IT!
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Cleo, Faye and me in the sunshine.
Yes, there is a point where you just have to go out, get really drunk on not that much and open up your heart, because theres nothing at all better than a tiny bit of sunshine at the end of October.
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
And to think, we thought we'd escaped heartbreak.
Saturday, 17 October 2009
Lets set the scene, a disgusting grey sky is being mirrored and multiplied on every piece of glass down Liverpool Street, making an endless silver skyline. Sometimes I wonder if I just wasn't meant to be happy. This is what it does to you, the lonliness. I get so paranoid that I can't see through my wide eyes, my vision shatters into tiny little crystals, sending the great silver sky flying at salt-tinged angles of destruction.
I have no idea why he was there, but he was. His soft voice broke through the mist and revealed him to me.
"I think you dropped your smile."
Thursday, 15 October 2009
I have so much, I'm not even joking, I no longer have a minute for a nice post or a social life, it makes me sad. I shall do a BIGBIGBIGBIG blog on Saturday hopefully, yah? Expect something beautiful with hopefully an embarrassing picture of Sophie Gresham dancing.
LARRRVE YOUUU ♥♥
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Friday, 2 October 2009
When my heart broke, none of these sounds applied. It started off with my texttone, two sharp dings. The pressing of some buttons. A raspy intake of breath in realisation. A knock on the floor as my knees buckled. "Crap," I whispered.
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
This is one of my sister's photography. I absolutely adore this one. I made the rose with my super-duper origami skills.
Sunday, 27 September 2009
When I was six years old, my piano teacher told me I didn't have enough fingers to play. As a child with an insecurity and thirst for scissors, glue and sellotape, I makeshifted myself two more fingers out of a forked twig I found.
On the 19th of September, this picture was taken in Sainsbury's in West Wickham. Christmas confectionary?! OUTRAGE.
As promised, http://wonderlander-bloggityblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/tick-tock-tick-tock.html
Thursday, 24 September 2009
On a happier note, today was the day of celebrity. Not officially.
Jam, Jason, Ken Livingston, former mayor of London, Nats, Ellie. Ken is such a gee.
Leona Lewis and someother record industry peeps that the music kids were getting all hyped up about also popped by, but they didn't agree to pictures.
I love my school.
Sunday, 20 September 2009
photograph©FCallard, August 2009
Sunday, 13 September 2009
Top picture: Me in the furry hat, doing observataions next to Ellie.
Monday, 7 September 2009
I'm the one in the furry hat; TK MAXX, £16.59.
Photograph©SPomell September 2009
Sunday, 30 August 2009
Sunday, 23 August 2009
Accomplishment of the day? Well, that has to of been knocking a dusty cone out of a tall tree for a picture. With a little help from my big strong friend's cupped hands, we eventually knocked it off. Along with my shoes, one of which is still missing. All I know is that its near the tree in Bec Rec. I think. A shoeless tramp may well have stolen it.
Monday, 17 August 2009
Considering that I used to blog every day, I haven't blogged in a long time. I have to say that I have missed this, but I shall do a MA-HOO-SIVE blog tomorrow, as I have just been cancelled on by my friends, so my schedule is free as a bird. Apart from the blog promised. Heres something to keep you (more me, to be honest) going. Ignore the little girl at the front pulling her pants down. From left to right, me, Cath, Shivum, Lily, Olivia and Zoe in a fountain maze at the exact moment we took a wrong step and the water sprang up and enveloped us as we ran through the water like parched children. All I remember is dragging Cath through the biggest shooter, pushing a random boy through, not realising he had his phone in his pocket (foolish boy, foolish Nats), and finally Olivia running towards me with her arms stretched to enclose me in a drenched hug while prisms flitted off of each of her five solitaire charms and into my vision.
Photograph ©JPanesar August 2009
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Today me and my friends hid in one of their cupboards, so as to strike fury among parentals, but from the hours 12:00-21:00 no one realised. Aah well, it was a nice cupboard, plus I bagged a few Beanie Babies and an old Baby Annabel doll who I renamed Rupert.
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
I love this picture, I don't know why, or what I'm sticking in my mouth, but theres something so charming about it that screams me.
Monday, 10 August 2009
Like, um, her.
Sunday, 9 August 2009
Saturday, 8 August 2009
Friday, 7 August 2009
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
Sunday, 2 August 2009
Thursday, 23 July 2009
Monday, 20 July 2009
I don't think I've ever found a lyric that sums me up this much. Its matters like these that bring me to tears, especially when walking home.
You don't understand, its not like I'm an attenton seeker, I just like to be the centre of attention. For at least one person, one person at least. I just have a tendency to get lost in larger groups.
Thursday, 16 July 2009