Monday, November 30, 2009

Sunday, November 29, 2009


Dear European,
Tell me, why did you feel the need to start conversation with me today? My days were a lot more simpler and care free without you interfering. I pretended an interest in your life and "her", but the truth is, I could not care less. Your world could fall apart and I would simply blame it on karma and not lose a night's sleep over it. So please, do us both a favour and resume living your life that will eventuate to nothing of great importance. I won't miss you, I promise.

Author's note: Apparently the Maltese boy didn't like being written about, and somehow that was meant to change my decision on keeping this post? Turns out ignorance runs thick in his veins.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Seeing through the eyes of an owl

Nose bleeds, emotional peep shows, secrets whispered and fairytale kisses; all between the sheets. We bare all to one another - skin, secrets and dreams. Stupid girl always thinking with her heart not her head, but now it's paid off. Once the clock ticks over we can set this city alight and burn unlike any other. That heart will be mine one day, like it or not baby, you will be mine.

Sunday, November 22, 2009


This is not lust or love. This is something unexplainable. He is perfect. He is mine, and right now, that's all that matters.


Love is weird. But females are weirder. I've lost my mind staying up late at night, trying to configure a valid reason as to why certain girls act the way they do. I'm hungry for some answers. An out of state vixen denies our affection and you follow her, why? Never have you shared an atmosphere or memory. This situation is crazy and I am too exhausted to decode her actions, as well as yours. Realise what you have, before it's gone.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Deny me my astronomy

I'll be the lady

And you will be different to all the rest...

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

LV: Paris Fashion Week

Newest inspiration. In love with Sasha Pivovarova, still.

Eleven eleven

Every night I have stayed awake until 11:11pm, simply to wish, for you. Everytime I gaze into your brown eyes, I suddenly don't feel so alone. Your smile, your words, your natural scent brings an unknown comfort to my conscience and heart. Perhaps your feelings are all make believe, but right now I don't care. I just want to be wrapped up in your arms and to be told I mean the world to you. In my dreams, we are untouchable and for now, I would like to pretend we are.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Friday, November 13, 2009


I want starlight kisses and everlasting butterflies.

Current state of mind


Serve me up a hard dose of atmosphere. I'm sorry, but how am I suppoed to ever be capable of trusting another individual after what you did to me? A soul of day dreams and faith, corrupted by your malicious greed. You and your seconds chances fell in love with my weakness. At first I was hesitant to farewell your presence from my life, but now I realise, it was the best decision ever made. There is meant to be faith in love but with you, sister, there was nothing. You destroyed every morsel of love, trust and faith between us. Thank you, for opening my eyes to this disaster piece. Goodbye seven years, 2002-2009

Honesty is the best policy

The truth is, I can't do this any longer.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


I don't want to be friends

Beauty exists, it just fades.

Thursday, November 5, 2009


The tattoos, the rockstar lifestyle, the carefree attitude, doesn't cut it for me anymore. Whatever happened to a boy with intelligence, ambition and charm. Apparently they've all dropped off the face of the planet and all that's left to select from are damaged goods that frequent dirty bars and remain unemployed. I am not asking for a man with money -or any relationship at all right now- but just to encounter a male with a mind and heart of his own, and the ability to keep his pants on. Chivalry and charism should become the new black.


Like a bird in a cage, I crave freedom. It cautiously meets the shore for the desired company but then drifts out, back into the plains of oceanic serenity. No fences, nor boundaries to confine me into a contorted space; just the sea breeze and routine of sunrise and set. That's what I yearn for - freedom.

+ New outlook

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Not my forte'

Whilst a deathly alter ego was worn by every boy and girl, I'm now left feeling rather deathly. This virus I've caught has seemed to have fused every thought in my mind into something completely incoherrant. My eyes are heavy whilst my body is weak, all because of the theft of an American tradition. Every previous written post has seemed to capture the essence of my latest emotions, although if read by another, makes no sense. I'm not losing myself, as I am well aware of the grip that holds on one's spirit. This is simply a cold, caused by standing in the rain at 2am on Halloween, but has led to myself being completely unable to make any sense of my rhythmic thoughts or intentions. As for now, I hate Halloween and the sickening weather it brings.

Sunday, November 1, 2009