The ignorance of memory.

You only remember the good things.

I wrote You a letter, then threw it away.
Afraid of the things I wanted to say.

I have that feeling. the one that sneaks up on me as soon as i forget what it felt like the last time. My head feels cloudy, my thoughts are irrational, my chest is tight. I feel like screaming. Or crawling into bed. I feel like blaming everyone else for everything. I feel like closing my eyes till the feeling passes.And i know it will pass. It always does. But for now, normal seems an eternity away.

Sometimes i just feel small.

Sometimes the only thing left to do is jump.

Happy hour.

Miserable morning.

every family has one.

little fish.

big pOnd.

Sally.

and the rest of the world fades to black.

deadpan.

Broccoli vs. Cupcake

diet starts tomorrow.

i was going to say we should just forget the whole thing. But then i remembered you have something that belongs to me.

A matter of time

I think Mr Dali was just feeling a little rushed.

Morning After

Last night i danced on a table. Today i hid under a duvet.

the time has come. to do the thing. that scares you the most.

the sunny season.

In summer, i plan to run around with a watermelon on my head. and no pants.

sorry i couldn't post last night. i was too busy dressing up as Clara Bow.

me vs. life itself

It seems to be the law of the universe that for every relationship that takes a turn for the better, there is another in my life that takes a turn for the worse. I'd try to fix this, but everyone knows it's pretty stupid to try take on the universe.

sometimes i like to put on red lipstick and pretend i come from france.

An exercise.

Think of something weird. And then add a party hat.

Letting go.

Sometimes all you need is a good dance to make you feel like yourself again.

Promises

Tonight i will go home. Have dinner with my parents. And draw a pretty picture on the computer machine for you to have a look at tomorrow.

A short explanation.

I, erm, "painted" a post last night. Forgot about it. And only remembered it when I was already in bed. I thought about getting up. Switching on the computer. Getting distracted by Facebook. But in the end, I chose sleep.

New job =

Wardrobe worries.

Hello. Again. Sorry I haven't posted (just incase you were looking). I was away from a computer screen. Doing things like writing on actual paper with an actual pen. And other things too. Like keeping bees. But now i'm back. See you soon!

Family Album.

Yesterday was special. And special days don't come round often. So to the 3 most important people in my life; thank you. 

Dreams.

Let's pretend we're on a beach somewhere.

Monkey Wishes

no pictures, just a few words for a boy who's turning 21. have a day filled with all the happiness you deserve. 

Keeping the Peace

20 to 21.

The Science of Things.

In a strange turn of events, the more time that passes the more difficult it seems to be.

Booooooom.

It's always unfortunate when one's head feels like this.

Today is a good day I think. It started off as a bad day. But then, i started to feel light inside. Maybe it's the sunshine, but it could be the Nurofen. 

So, walking to work was fun today.

the worst written post of all.

i was going to write this deep post about needing something to change. i thought about using mechanical metaphors, cogs and wheels turning... that kind of thing. then i realised i'd probably come across as a someone trying to be meaningful. so  i wrote this post instead. with no metaphors or fancy language tricks. sorry. 

Shiver Shiver Shake

The things we hide.

So I slapped on a smile and felt like a failure.

Just so you know, I'm disappointed too.

Bedtime Story

Last night I read until the character's problems became bigger than my own. 

You're not fooling anyone.

Because sometimes believing in someone else, reminds you to believe in yourself.

Whoops!

Small Victories:

It's not what you think.

THe sleepiest of eyes

When they start to shut, I let you in. 

Dance, Dance, Dance.

A small tribute to the whistler of tunes, the provider of doughnuts and an all-round helpful guy.

Close your eyes and read this.

I didn't have time to paint you a picture, or sing you a song. So I wrote you this note to help you along. 

STOP THE ALARMS

before they drive me crazy

Puddle-esque

Good girls don't Swing

For just one night...

I stopped worrying, and started living.

Crowning Glory

Having a haircut on wednesday and can't decide which style to choose. Help me out?