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I'm little, red headed mess, more hair than mass or sense. All I really want to do is make something magical and show the world and have it be proud of me.

Sunday, 27 December 2009

Grinning Bobcats.

After christmas, it seems that all I've done is eat chocolate and spend my money. Went to the sales yesterday, and wait for it... here comes my very first outfit post(-ish, the photo came out badly and you could see my filipino stomach so I thought scrap it, we'll have the one you can hardly see)! WHY?! Well, because I got a CAMERA! And it is beautiful.
Prepare to be amazed, this dress is from the deepest chavland of... Primark. For £5.00 it was definitely worth a trip in there.
The tights? Ooh, the tights! Black with red hearts, Miss. Selfridge, £7.00.
And all today I stayed in practising calligraphy and playing with my camera.

Thursday, 24 December 2009

Not In This New Romantic Way.

Standing in the pouring rain, barefoot on the ice and miles from home. The thin cardigan with ankle swinging skinnies and holey shoes and no socks doesn't fair well to this weather. Watching them scream at eachother reminds me that I'm the peace maker, the one who hugs them and kisses them and hushes them out of their worries and into their sorries. But once my job is done and they hug eachother and makeup, bestfriends until next time, when I'll sort it out again. I can't help but think that I've got no one that'll be there for me at the end of the day. Through it all, no one has stayed through the worst, not even to turn their heads and hardly notice. I just want someone to hug, unconditionally, truth be told.

Sunday, 20 December 2009


Yeah, I'm a bit late on the snow update, but HEY :)

Wednesday, 16 December 2009

Care, Just Fucking Care.

Rooting savagely through my wardrobe, I need a bag, a black woven bag with a gold chain, surely I've got one? Yes I have, I bought it this time last year in the Miss Selfridge sale. And yes, here it is, chain broken and weaving dismantled. How come it looked so pretty and presentable when I wore it every day back in Spring. A battered stick of Watermelon Chapstick falls out and the smell... well, here come the memories. Best friend, I told her everything, and I wonder if thats what she told me. But now I'm on my own, and I pass her every day, and she doesn't return my smiles. There's no longer a place for her in my heart. Wait, no, screw that, no one's coming in, I can't keep patching up the them-shaped holes they leave as the come and go, and my hearts not pretty while it's strapped in duct tape.

Friday, 11 December 2009

...& This Is Where We Fall.

Have you ever heard someone say something along the lines of "since your Father is your male influence, the people you'll fall for will be somewhat similar." I thought about this, and crap, my Dad's a northern guitarist/musicman, and shoot, there are a lot of hot northern guitarist/musicmen around (Father not included). Dilemma of the day, he's not northern, but hell is he a guitarist, and hell do I like him, and hell, he has the same name as my Father. What to do? He's hot, he sounds like Christofer Drew but he has the same frigging name as my Dad, surely this is illegal?

Sunday, 6 December 2009

Bubble-Wrap My Heart.

We all love hot guys, it's the way that they're churned.

Mm, there's nothing that'll cheer you up like sitting on my wall on Southbank and watching the hot guys skate.

Wide Awake & Dreaming.

What is it that death has against me? I can only fight it for myself, play a mean game that will only let me live. Why is it that I can cheat death, but I can't do it for my loved ones. How is it that you can wake up "feeling funny" and ten minutes later you've died, you've disappeared. How at one split second in those ten minutes, every little piece of her body decided to give up?
... and there she goes. Dude, death sucks.

Friday, 4 December 2009

Go 'n' Steal My Heart.

My violin arrived this morning, I'm supposed to be getting it for christmas, but I got in earlier than my Dad got in from work, so it isn't hidden. Yep, it's sitting there in the corner. And it's making me feel bad that I can't wait to throw my blue three quarter to the side to gather dust in the corner of the study and get my mits on the full sized brown piece of heaven and play it.

Thursday, 3 December 2009

If I Only Knew Your Name...

Well hello beautifuls, I feel like I haven't blogged in ages, so I just wanted to do a nice post, nothing deep or anything (for once?!), just an update. School actually factually owns me, I have so much art that I see my sketch book more than my mum and that's probably why I haven't done a post in over a week. Here are some picturloss i forgot to upload, or something. Noice.
Why to NEVER, EVER let Ronnie into your make-up bag/face. I'm not altogether sure about the Nutri-Grain box to be honest.
Yeah, that is my chin. I don't know why I like this picture, I just find it nice.

I can't remember if I did this picture already? It's a good picture though, even though it makes me look ma-hoos-ive.
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.
Muchos love, I'll try to blog more frequently from now on and also blog nicer shizz :)