December 2010
day2
nine things you do every day:
dress and undress.
talk to ash.
eat chocolate.
see joshua. (we have an amazing streak haven’t missed a day in a very long time.)
contemplate the universe
call mummy.
shower.
obsess about things in my life.
tie my hair in a messy bun.
Anonymous asked: Something you're ashamed to have done?
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“i guess maybe it’s possible i might be playing it wrong”
– noah and the whale
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“It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling...”
– T.S. Eliot
tictacs before bed in case someone kisses me while...
work in progress
wait till i’m old and grey and i wrinkle
my clothes they fray and my eyes don’t twinkle
day1
10 random facts about yourself:
I tend to avoid telling people what my middle name is.
I secretly listen to Ronan Keating when I need a pick me up.
When I was younger I told people I’d always wanted to be a ballet dancer, when in fact I tried and hate ballet. (still don’t know why I did this)
My eyes are only green when something major is bothering me.
I sleep naked.
Regardless...
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in fact i don't want to be friends!
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i don't generally like christmas but...
the major majority of today was simply amazing, unkatay oshuajay!
late night strolls on christmas eve, this sure...
alikeness asked: merry christmas my dear! lots of jolly wishes and love to you from me!
vexate asked: Sugar Plum!? I'm flattered haha!
vexate asked: Merry Christmas Emma, have a good one!!
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Anonymous asked: Who is that last post about?
wrapping christmas presents with small children...
reverts back to the old
i thought things had been better since the split but i can see you slipping back to the bottle. drinking alone, will certainly not make you feel less lonely. go out with people maybe, don’t drink till you can’t sit up straight and you cough and splutter in the middle of the night. i thought we were finished with this, i don’t want to deal with this anymore. tough love, i’m...
sounds that won't
sometimes i try to speak and the words just get stuck, somewhere between my creation of my utterance and the physical act of vocalizing them. it’s inconvenient because by the time i am able to unclog myself, it is usually too late to express myself anyway; so i am left mentally gobsmacked and a step behind in the conversation or in the worse case i am left alone to contemplate my lack of...