She let herself go. She didn’t reply and immediately my guard was up, there was something wrong. She is trying to destroy herself over someone who has never cared. Destroying herself over a world she can never have, a world that will never exist. 
She’s giving love but getting nothing back.
I long to help and heal her. I long for her friends to care as much as I do. I want them to love her and see her as I always have. A loving friend. Through the good and the bad. 
She deserves so much better than there could ever be. 
She deserves more than anyone could ever offer her. 

She let herself go. She didn’t reply and immediately my guard was up, there was something wrong. She is trying to destroy herself over someone who has never cared. Destroying herself over a world she can never have, a world that will never exist. 

She’s giving love but getting nothing back.

I long to help and heal her. I long for her friends to care as much as I do. I want them to love her and see her as I always have. A loving friend. Through the good and the bad. 

She deserves so much better than there could ever be. 

She deserves more than anyone could ever offer her. 

(via hellogiggles)


I AM IN A BAD MOOD

Blood and carnage. It’s one of the only things I know. God some people say some evil things. They can be so mean, talking about other people like they don’t mean anything. Like they’re trash. I am so sick of hearing their bitter and twisted manipulating lies. Fabricating stories to make them seem amazing and all the others worthless. Undignified products of society. Like they don’t matter and they do, their lives are far more important. When as a matter of fact, they are just as bad as the ones they’re bitching about.

They’re worse more to the point. 


Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it’s very important that you do it. Because nobody else will. Like when someone comes into your life and half of you says you’re nowhere near ready, but the other half says: make her yours forever.
Remember Me, Tyler

He, She and Us

He read into things a lot. Used a lot of big words he heard from DVD’s. I think maybe part of what got him into so much trouble was that he did too much thinking. Sometimes he tried too hard to make sense of the world, sense of me and what he was meant to do. To figure out why people were bad to each other so often. And then time changed him and he grew. Grew into someone proud and confident. He captivated my untimely attention and ensnared my soul with his. This was not the man I knew, this was someone far more. Someone who made me the best possible version of myself  that I could be. To this day, I tell this story not in vain but with hope of our future. 


There are a lot of aspects of my personality that I don’t understand. Like the meaness when I know I’m wrong and the want to lick people’s faces to surprise them. 
Even though I don’t quite know what kind of girl I am, I know that I’m happy when I’m with the ones that make all the things I don’t understand, okay. 

There are a lot of aspects of my personality that I don’t understand. Like the meaness when I know I’m wrong and the want to lick people’s faces to surprise them. 

Even though I don’t quite know what kind of girl I am, I know that I’m happy when I’m with the ones that make all the things I don’t understand, okay. 

(via smartgirlsattheparty)


The amount of young girls that I’ve seen walking down the street with the same ideology that if they wear fake nails and act stupid then they’ll be more attractive. They have this fear that if they don’t pretend to be someone else then no one will like them. What these girls don’t realise is people are laughing at them and not with them when they say something. 
Instead of looking at these girls while judging and comparing yourself against them, we should offer them our help. If a young girl wanted to be themselves then they wouldn’t pretend to be the opposite of who they really are. If they feel the need to hide behind materialistic things like their make up, lipstick and extensions then these are the ones that are crying out the most.
Lean over and talk to them, extend the hand of friendship. Because you could be just what they need. A real friend who will see them for that they are and not what they’re not.

The amount of young girls that I’ve seen walking down the street with the same ideology that if they wear fake nails and act stupid then they’ll be more attractive. They have this fear that if they don’t pretend to be someone else then no one will like them. What these girls don’t realise is people are laughing at them and not with them when they say something. 

Instead of looking at these girls while judging and comparing yourself against them, we should offer them our help. If a young girl wanted to be themselves then they wouldn’t pretend to be the opposite of who they really are. If they feel the need to hide behind materialistic things like their make up, lipstick and extensions then these are the ones that are crying out the most.

Lean over and talk to them, extend the hand of friendship. Because you could be just what they need. A real friend who will see them for that they are and not what they’re not.


I believe you have only found your true love when they make you the most ‘you’ that you can possibly be. 
You make me want to rescue caterpillars and laugh until the sun comes up. That is very ‘me’. 

I believe you have only found your true love when they make you the most ‘you’ that you can possibly be. 

You make me want to rescue caterpillars and laugh until the sun comes up. That is very ‘me’. 

(via anneykins)


This is my day. It started with faith and hope that maybe I could fly through the air without trouble following me. 
But it did. How wrong was I? Ended up eating cake in the world’s baggiest jumper and contemplating whether it’s even worth it to try and fly again today. 

This is my day. It started with faith and hope that maybe I could fly through the air without trouble following me. 

But it did. How wrong was I? Ended up eating cake in the world’s baggiest jumper and contemplating whether it’s even worth it to try and fly again today. 

(via gurl)



It’s about time we gained a little perspective. 

It’s about time we gained a little perspective. 

(via hellogiggles)


Bath Time Bubbles

This evening, I was in the bath. I was warm, bubbly and soapy while listening to my music. Naturally, I was contemplating life and then I had a thought. Why should I have a bath with lots of bubbles and not have fun with them? 

So, I put them all over my face and made a beard. 

I am not ashamed to admit it.

It was fun. 


Today, is Tuesday

Today is a traditional wet and dreary Tuesday. A day of sludgy wet dolly shoes and a cold face. A day with seemingly no hope or happiness and the  light at the end of the tunnel is climbing into my warm bed at the end of the long day.

My need today is childish and silly. I long to be sitting on your lap with my arms wrapped around your neck. In a place where I can close my sleepy eyes and say goodbye to the never ending pain in my belly. I want to shut out the world and sit with you, wrapped under a warm blanket while watching Jeremy Kyle.

I want to feel warm and loved and I want to love you.