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.

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.

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 :)

Fill Me With Light.

Fire destroys. Flames can lick on our doors, but we said that we'd never let them inside. Tamper with my skin and burn me through, but nothing can destroy my deepest mind but a magician. Pictures, however, can be burnt. We can set alight to our memories and watch our happy faces decay into what we're feeling now, whatever urged us to burn our happiness.
Oh fine magician, please don't burn my happiness.