The Land of my Fathers is dear unto me...Time for the obligatory 'thank fuck we beat the English' post, that I like to inflict on you all around this time every year ( Read more... )

The kingdom of God is inside of you and all around you, not in mansions of wood and stone.Sometimes when I'm standing in the shop, staring past racks of shoes, or in the call centre, staring at a computer screen, in between things - in working limbo - I'll get that feeling. The restlessness, the dread in my chest. I'll open my mouth and in my ( Read more... )

She was standing at the top of the stairs, one pale splay of a hand resting with graceful poise against the wall, looking down at them as though searching intently for something she had lost. She did not frown, her eyes did not squint, but they twitched rapidly within the casing of her thick, dark eyelashes, pupils large and black and pushing ( Read more... )

I think I'm starting to mold... or maybe I'm just so damn bored that I have actually become hyper aware of my bodies slow decay.

I am so fucking out of my mind with boredom that I can feel myself rotting.

Like watching grass wither, except squishierY'know those bizarre, half-formed thoughts that flit through your head when you're not really ( Read more... )

At 5 minutes to twelve, my Mum and I stood on the Esplanade swigging from a bottle of Cava and watching fireworks explode across the river. They lit up the clouds like lightening and exploded in showers across the roads and the water. There was a strange moment just before midnight, just before the end of this year, when the world held still - ( Read more... )

My favourite love poem (so far...)

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Pablo Neruda, I Do Not Love You…I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz ( Read more... )

Tonight's a sad night ( Read more... )

Fucking. Raging ( Read more... )

When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank to sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies.But when it came right down to it, the ( Read more... )

This frickin country is depressing me. I would kill for a little sunshine! Tell me who I have to off to stop it raining and it's done ( Read more... )