We are together again, beside a green pool of motivation.
I think of being thirteen, wild and slant-eyed, sitting in my year 8 history lesson and trying to solve the mystery of some bogman sacrificed centuries ago; sacrificed and hung to save the world, to preserve society and please the Gods - and then, he's forgotten a hundred years later; just ( Read more... )

There are certain kinds of people that need to be slapped back into reality and brought back down to earth ( Read more... )

I'm trying to breathe, but really i'm just taking tiny gulps and gasps of air to keep my heart pumping and my blood circulating and all my cells filled with vital food. It's not living, it's just being. And that's different.

It's all about how i was looking at a picture, and the lines semed to fade away right in front of me.
It's all about how i was ( Read more... )

Dear you,
My lovely. I love you too much for words. I try to rise above an admiration club of loving you, but I can't. I am below you, we all are. You are amazing. Delicate in a way like no other. You are so human, but better than the average 'You're perfect', if you comprehend. You are you, and I like that, I like that alot. And right now, I feel ( Read more... )

Do you know, I hate the words "submissive", "bisexual" and "kinky". Those words (amongst a few others) are thrown around so often these days, especially in our interweb-based world, that it makes me feel uneasy about using them in any sense at all, let alone in the autobiographical sense. They (The Words) are like designer labels - everyone wears ( Read more... )

Dear Sleep:
Let's hang for a couple of hours, alright? It'll be cool. I'll show you my room, we can watch a bit of TV, who knows what else.
It's not like you have anything better to do.
Me

Dear Period,
Please come soon. Like now. That would be great, that way I dont have to worry about whether or not im pregnant. So please come. I take my pills ( Read more... )

Charly I've changed my mind, this  man is now my guilty pleasure...

( So this is why CDUK is perfect Saturday morning hangover television... )

Friday, beautiful Friday...

Okay people so the plans for tonight are...

Hannah and her lil Posse have that thing in school, which should be over by 7.45-8pm.

So once were done with that we will drop them back here and meet everyone in The George in South Woodford at 8.15ish.

Then going up to either The Duke, The George or The Cuckfield in Wanstead.
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what the HELL is wrong with me?
i just ain't what i used to be,

i hate the person i’m becoming,

fuck it, if i drink enough i’ll forget it right?

who knows maybe one day when i’ve finished drinking you away,

maybe that night i’ll be able to sleep alone.

Maybe love isnt about who you date...

Maybe love isnt about how much they break your heart or just how happy they make you...

Maybe its about this...

This very moment...

The people I care about most piled into one room singing bad 80's pop songs, dancing and not giving a shit because who here would judge?

Maybe love isnt that feeling in the pit of ( Read more... )