Archive for July, 2011

for you i am enough
July 31, 2011

“you said, love is touching souls.
well, surely you touched mine.
cause part of you pours out of me,
in these lines,
from time to time.”

i slipped my arms around your waste,
and my cheeks into your neck,
i closed my eyes and listened.
the music was pretty hectic around us,
and the laughter came in rushes.
but we just  continued to stand there.
locked into each other.
breathing in and out, I felt a darkness so dense and hopeful.
a darkness that felt so real
and so safe.
later we found a trail.
we laughed for a long time about the strewn hair pinning implements.
no-body really knew why
to be honest, I don’t even think we really understood why.
but the laughter was so full that it made sense.
and so we let ourselves laugh.
and dance.
and sing.
and when we got tired,
the music finally lulled us to sleep.

thirty second check in:
Day: falling asleep in mel’s bed
E
motions: happy. sleepy. tired. content. calm. sad
W
eek: singing ridiculous songs in a bed of too many.
L
ife: You… most definitely, you.

“in my head i am also sick”
July 28, 2011

i don’t know what part of ‘level five famine’ the developed world doesn’t understand.
an adequate definition?
there is no fucking food.

none.

i used to think photos like this were photoshopped

brother’s and sister’s follow me
July 28, 2011

i thought happiness was as easy as not being alone, but what I didn’t realise that I wasn’t ready to deal with other people.  you need to save yourself before you can deal with anybody else. 
-the sandwich

in your head
July 28, 2011

mel: but she’s so smart!?
catelyn: i know… i know
mel: i don’t get it… she’s really turned on.
(silence)
catelyn: wait -what?
mel: i-meant-switched-on
(silence)
mel: fuck-off-minga

not knowing to say say
July 28, 2011

“yeah… your fees when up this year… more than i thought they would”
it’s funny… how much my dad said in that one sentence.

take it over
July 28, 2011

you’ve been pulling at the strings
playing puppeteer for kings
and you’ve
had enough

words will never make up for what you do
July 26, 2011

i sincerely believe that i can not afford to not believe in love

it’s alright
July 24, 2011

it feels like years seen it’s been here

 

lend me your eyes
July 24, 2011

mum: what do you think about amy winehouse?
catelyn: don’t really care to be honest
mum: well they tried to make her go to rehab and she said ‘no no no’. maybe she should have gone… then she might be a-‘live live live’… on that note, i went to see ‘bad teacher’
catelyn: (silent on the end of the line trying to work out how the hell ‘bad teacher’ is even remotely related to the death of amy winehouse)
mum: it’s not as good as skins on monday night!
catelyn: you watch skins? (now trying to determine the connection between ‘bad teacher’ and skins)
mum: it’s a good program. i just laugh and laugh and laugh. the last episode was about how a girl came to school and told the principal she hadn’t been to school because she’d spent the past few years in rehab being treated for stress! (pisses self laughing)
catelyn: (gives up)

i’m such a fuckin’ lady
July 23, 2011

sometimes it takes a thousand tries to win