One thing about me
I’m never late. I don’t really understand people who are consistently late. I always give myself more time than I need to get somewhere.
j'aime les reves
What’s been happening lately I don’t even have the time to write this barely! I thought once uni finished i’d have all this time to myself to create, explore and invigorate myself but I have been stuck in peak hour traffic morning and night to travel to a dingy office where the phone stays glued to my ear for eight hours. My tan is non existent I’ve finished one book and havnt done anything creative. There has to be more to life but who has the time?
I wish you would drive down here, pick me up and take me away from here. I’m a damsel in distress today…
Everything I liked about you at the start I don’t anymore. The voice, arrogance, determination. Your a brick wall, so responsible, sturdy and safe. But boring and lifeless. I don’t think I want this anymore?
I’m a realist, a pessimist and very much a cynicist. I don’t feel like I am made for this world and I want to run away “Into the Wild” style. But I am to weak and scared. I don’t think anybody really cares about anyone else anymore. I know I don’t. We are all selfish, greedy and corrupt. I believe most of the time that life is something you constantly fight with, there is no getting better, just hard work and the occasional day off. There is definately joy in this world, mostly from escaping in books and the bush. My father worked hard his whole life and hasn’t even left the town he was born in. He goes mad with the drudgery. I know I will to. If I am not already. There are people who get lucky in this world and people who don’t.
My time spent alone invariably ends in tears. I feel like I’m going to be pulled apart by vultures. They are just waiting for me to become everything they said I would be. Sometimes I think I am going to be that person, no matter how hard I try.
How I feel a lot of the time
Showing me the way
I thought I heard you say good things come to those who wait
Watching every hour
Watching you go sour
Watching you control my fate
Running out of space
I can’t see your face
I’ve forgotten how you used to be
Saying that you love me
That your thinking of me
Taking my identity.
(Meiko - Hiding)
Just take my neck in your mouth and run your teeth across it. Breathe in my ear heavily and tell me your secrets. I want to fall to the ground with you and wriggle out of our clothes. Consumed by passion and need…
I have never ever seen anyone normal sized on Lookbook, they are all tinsy tiny its depressing.
He looked me in the eye quite steadily and said
“I’ll try but I’m not promising anything”
