Thursday, 31 March 2011



Wednesday, 30 March 2011

No words needed.

You make me feel amazing.
You make me feel like I could accomplish anything.
You make me happy about myself.
You make me relaxed.
You make me feel beautiful.
You catch me when I fall.
You pick up the pieces when I break.
You ask for nothing in return.
You make me feel amazing.
You're amazing.

Monday, 28 March 2011


Thursday, 24 March 2011

Young girl don’t cry
I’ll be right here when your world starts to fall
Young girl it’s alright
Your tears will dry, you’ll soon be free to fly

When you’re safe inside your room you tend to dream
Of a place where nothing’s harder than it seems
No one ever wants or bothers to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means

When there’s no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend just trust the voice within
Then you’ll find the strength that will guide your way
You’ll learn to begin to trust the voice within

Young girl don’t hide
You’ll never change if you just run away
Young girl just hold tight
Soon you’re gonna see your brighter day

Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
It’s so hard to stand your ground when you’re so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold
When you look outside look inside to your soul

I remember how much this song used to speak to me.

What makes a house a home?

The first thing you'll realise when entering my house (if youre observant) is the mass amount of lamps, candles, clocks and photoframes. My mum has a serious obsession in buying the above and in my opinion, my house would lack greatly without them. I'm a big time traditional girl and although I don't mind modern interiors, I believe a house should be homely and cosy. I can certainly say that when I have my own house, it's going to have a lot of lamps, candles, clocks and photoframes.
My mum, my biggest inspiration.

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Do you want the truth or something beautiful?

"You know what? Yes I have changed. I'm not as nice as I used to be, because I don't want to be walked over; I don't trust everyone and tell them my secrets because behind every fake smile is a backstabbing person. I distance myself from people, because in the end, theyre only going to leave. I have changed because I have realised I am the only person I can depend on."

Monday, 21 March 2011

'I love vacations. Vacations allow you to take a break not just from work, but from your life, even for just a few days. We all need vacations from the lives we lead—from work, from the people around us, the things we have to confront, the routine, the culture—to allow us to renew our spirits and remember who we are at heart. Vacations allow us to rekindle our passions and remember our raison d’etre by allowing us opportunities to step out of our shoes so we can see ourselves from the outside looking in. That’s a pretty good perspective—outside looking in—it’s a great exercise in self awareness. It’s a good way to “miss” or  long for  what is worth missing in one’s life.'

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

never say big knickers arent sexy

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

flower stalls never fail to make me smile

Friday, 11 March 2011


Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Things we all do.
I still bite the life out of my straws.
I never know what I should do when people are singing 'Happy Birthday' to me.
Catching something mid air and feeling like a ninja.
Hearing your voice on video and asking yourself if that's how you really sound.
When I'm sleeping at a friends house and I wake up before them, I sit there staring at the ceiling for an hour.
When it gets awkward at someones house, I stroke their dog.
I hate wasting a cute outfit on what I think is going to be a good night.
The awkward eye contact at red lights with people in the car next to you.
When someone takes the piece of food that you have mentally claimed.
I wish music played during epic moments in my life.
I still struggle to open a bag even though it says 'tear here'.
Why do you continue to text me after I ignored the other 10 messages?
Sometimes when I'm walking, I try to keep my feet in the little square tiles.
Responding to texts while half asleep then realising you make no sense.
I hate when I'm drinking and the ice just attacks my face.
I love running up and down hotel hallways.
Everyones texts me when I'm busy yet no one texts me when I'm bored.
I text so much faster when I'm fighting with someone.
Things magically appear when my mum looks for them.
Wondering if you are in the background of anyones photo somewhere.
I hate when I drive onto my driveway and my favourite song comes on.
I save song titles as drafts on my phone so I can remember to download them later.
When I'm in the shower, I slant my arm in a way to look like water is coming out of my fingers.
I hate the little triangles on my windscreen that the wipers can't reach.
I accept the 'terms and conditions' without reading them.
The weirdest thing is seeing someone in person after seeing them on Facebook a million times.
I used to harass 'Smarterchild' when I got bored.
I text someone in the same room as me and stare at them until they get it.
I hate when people don't know the difference between there, they're and their.
Meowing at cats until they meow back.
I go crazy when there's someone in front of me walking slow.
I have to sing my ABC's to know which letter comes next in the alphabet.
When I was little, the only reason I went on the computer was to use paint.
I casually sit in my towel for ages after a shower.
Push down hard on the batteries in a remote control even though they've run out and it miraculously works.

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

I want them so fucking bad.

You look at her with love, with me it's just friendship. I guess love does conquer all, even loyalty.

I miss my old best guyfriend. It sucks how he got a girlfriend and pretty much forgot about me. He's actually the only guy who know's me inside out, from my thoughts, to sexual desires, to regrets. I miss him bad. I'm not keen on his new girlfriend. I know that just sounds like jealousy and it probably is a little seeing as she stole my friends attention, but, she's weird. In my opinion, she tries too hard to be different. I dislike her and wished she'd never come along.
Ok, so I sound real selfish. He's happy. Probably the happiest I've ever known him and I guess for that, I should be happy. But I'm not. I miss him and want his company back.

Wednesday, 2 March 2011

These little babies are on their way to me.

I really want a Volkswagen van to go travelling in.
Someone, somewhere, is having sex right now.
Lucky bastard.


You know that horrible feeling when you see something you wish you hadn't? The worst part is, I kinda bought it upon myself. I now feel shit and worthless. I want to curl up under my covers and be away from everything just because of that one thing. Weird that isn't it? How one little thing can alter your whole mood and question yourself. I'm fed up. I need some excitement in my life. Like that kind of excitement when you kiss the guy you like for the first time. The crazy flurry of butterflies dancing to the beat of your heart. I want to feel that excitement. Right now. Something to make me feel worth while. This quote usually makes me feel optimistic but seeing as it's of no relevance to my current situation, it's lacking somewhat...

'I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.'
The Holiday

Tuesday, 1 March 2011