Just so disappointed, to the core.

You're not usually like this..

I'm in p i e c e s, and you're... Off.

Love

To acknowledge the love that is, wherever we are - as it is the air we breathe and the material and essence of our very soul, consume it, breathe it, and manifest it towards others.. That's what I'll do better now. It's neither strong of fragile, it is pure and available for you.. And with more welcoming of the love, how delightful life will be, for us all!

Not too bad!

Nothing wrong about being socially awkward. Quite nice once you've accepted the facts.
:)

Out it all......

It's outcrafting. Outprettying. Outbesting.
It's all so fucking out'ed out there, think I'll stay in.

A mess

The bottom blew off, and I'm spilled all over the floor like a V8.

Tonight

you feel cold

Some Days

Miranda July is speaking my language.

Innit?

Big lie.
Small lie.
Black lie.
White lie.

No matter the size or color, a lie is still a bloody lie - INNIT!?

Reason For Aiming High

"The higher up you go, the more mistakes you're allowed to make.
If you make enough of them, it's considered to be your style."

- Fred Astaire

:

Wish I

was

a doll.

Not a dum

my.

Pry-pry

"Pry-pryyy" said the little crow sitting on my shoulder.

October 21st.

I wasn't supposed to be here today.
I was supposed to be on a bird up highhighhigh, towards bare feet and sweat down my back.
I was even supposed to make love a little later on.

Instead I have my crayons, and have to draw it all instead.
A bit hard, when all I have is one.. Black. Pen.

And deep purple nailpolish.

Soon, I hope.

I wonder when the day comes, when I dare to stand barefoot.

Blopp

I'm choking. And nothing comes out. Too much to hold inside. Nggfh..
How to release. How to ease.

Hard. It's hard. So hard. Too hard. Hard.

Weeeepush

'I remember a brilliant game we'd play in the evening when the lights were dimmed. Dad would take a big canister of liquid nitrogen and sloosh it down the linoleum corridor. Me and my big brother would sit huddled together on the canister trolley, dad would say "don't touch! Your fingers'll fall off!" and he'd give us a wee push and we'd sail through low level clouds, watching hundreds of little bubbles bounce off each other.'




Blissful KT Tunstall childhood memories.......
(Courtesy of kttunstall.com)

...honey and milk

-

-

-----------------------------your warm whispers

------------out of the dark they carry my heart

-----------------------------your warm whispers

------------into the dawn they carry me through

------------and I'm weeping warm honey and milk

---that you stay surrounding me, surrounding me

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[By: Missy Higgins]

8

Passion | Branches

The silhouette of branches on a dramatic sky never goes out of fashion.
And neither will it ever leave my heart.

My beloved cali~swallow watching over my jewlies..

Zippit

Don't forget, that my "blog" wasn't even ever meant for you.

fly:fly

I'm
just
about
to
fly.

Not
away.

Not
forever,
but
a
forever-for-now.

Not
running
away
this
time,
but
perhaps
a
little?

If
I
have
an
aim
this
time,
I
don't
"run away"
then?

Do
I?



At
least
I
have
love
in
me.
Loveformemyselfthistime.