May 29, 2012

Copyright ©

It comes at occasional realisations

Randomising the ordinary

Grabbing hands to create expectations

Taking off with a smidgen of tension

Copyright the stares of a lover

Now yours to handle alone

Take off the labels masking the true colour

Of the original stickers underneath

The rawness of the movement

A stinging inhale of breath

The electricity is humming through this planet

A conscious change of scene

No cares for what another’s thinking

Mishaps change nothing

All which matters is the thumping

Of these pulsating hearts

Look into spheres of criticising eyes

Return the scrutinising behaviour

A subtle show-down between cries

Of misinterpreted laughter

May 28, 2012
May 27, 2012

May 16, 2012
If our life lacks a constant magic, it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form instead of being impelled by their force. No matter how loudly we clamor for magic in our lives, we are really afraid of pursuing an existence entirely under its influence and sign.
Antonin Artaud
May 15, 2012

Is it just me, or has Plan B got suddenly good looking since he brought out Ill Manners/new music and got rid of the suit? (I’ve no problem with suits, but he suits otherwise paha ;p) He’s not even my usual type (if I have one) :|

May 10, 2012

3am start… DAMN IM TIRED. D: Off to Europe for 5days, not for the loveliest reason mind, but will be loveely to see the family again. <3 Bye everyone X

May 9, 2012

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

May 7, 2012
&#8220;Now my life is sweet like cinnamon Like a fucking dream I&#8217;m living in&#8221;

“Now my life is sweet like cinnamon
Like a fucking dream I’m living in”

(Source: mpdrolet)

May 7, 2012

It really annoys me

When people just assume things about me.

If you haven’t asked first hand how I handle a situation, don’t freakin’ assume/judge.

May 6, 2012
May 6, 2012

Wrote this quite a while ago..


You witty, sneaky little existence

You push and push

The ice gets thinner and thinner

I can feel myself near breaking point

But I’ve just about got my head on

For now.

Go on, migrate away

See if there’s someone here when you’re back.

I don’t like what you do to me (maybe that’s a lie)

Yet it’s so invitingly delicious

Branding me…

Leaving your mark

Funny how things suddenly change

When I’m the one that got

Away.

NANANANANAAAANAAAAAA!

So satisfactory.

May 6, 2012
Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending.
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