HEART & HUNGER

so much for endings. beginnings are always more fun. true connoisseurs, however, are known to favor the stretch in between, since it's the hardest to do anything with.
that's about all that can be said for plots, which anyway are just one thing after another, a what and a what and a what.

now try how and why.

take two

lisa it's your birthday, happy birthday lisa

pony?

disheveled

friday, the day i was learning how to fly.
i guess this photo sums up my night.

come on amy winehouse, we're going home

things i would like to make clear:
1. whoever scored my really expensive blazer at fashion on friday, you're a jerk and i hate you.
2. same goes for my lipgloss.
3. how did i get pink in my hair?
4. were there party poppers involved?
5. who's aerobics jumper did i have on and does anyone have evidence of this?
6. cheap vodka and jager impairs the memory.
7. rhiana needs to fuck off. period.

i miss

wicked

sneaky photo i managed to take.

happy 22nd darling karli

ragin'

where thrills are cheap and love is divine.

you are always getting ready to live but never living.

"what everyone wants from life is continuous and genuine happiness"




gratefulness is the key to a happy life, because if we are not grateful, then no matter how much we have we will not be happy because we will always want to have something else or something more.

will you die happy?

three passions have governed my life:

the longings for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.

love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness. in the union of love i have seen in a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined. with equal passion i have sought knowledge. i have wished to understand the hearts of others. i have wished to know why the stars shine.

love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens, but always pity brought me back to earth; cries of pain reverberated in my heart of children in famine, of victims tortured and of old people left helpless. i long to alleviate the evil, but i cannot, and i too suffer. i will keep trying.

this has been my life; i find it worth living.

sometimes words are just enough

take it while it comes because it don't last long
hesitate and the moments gone
run in the rain and howl at the moon
fall in love way too soon
take my hand as the music starts
and we'll dance to the beat of your heart

i know you stumble down that road
trembling from the cold
but this heart, this love can save you
it can save you

i.will.dance.to.the.beat.of.your.heart.

over the knee socks

im glad i've found a friend in the same suburb. im blessed

rumours

thankyou stranger for your therapeutic smile





i'm feeling very unsure of myself today. i'm afraid of how my intentions will be perceived. i will force myself to step back and detach because i can no longer wrap myself in this situation. the last week has been tinted with a sheen of concern thats weighed heavily on my soul.

.....and i guess thats why the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

when you google my name

another wasted night

our noses aren't actually this big in real life

thursday nights.

sometimes, i paint

is tinier a word?

hangover days on karli and lisas couch.

the little engine that could

where did innocence go?
2006 bang.

remember when you were going to walk? its amazing the things you can achieve when you have a friend encouraging and giving you a little push. you were going to walk, you should have just run. never in my wildest dreams did i think i would end up where i am at present. in one respect i am thankful for lessons learnt, if i apply the same method to other aspects in my life i could achieve the world. in the other, i just want my ignorance back.

i hear you like a rhythm

i swear faith is a portal to another plane of existence, i never quite understand what is going on there. so yep another peculiar night. not sure what state i will be in at work tonight since i have had about four hours sleep. four hours is probably heaps actually considering im not hungover.

if you play with fire kirrily, you will get burnt.

take one.

blissfully drowning in the spillway of your presence

there's bloodstains on the dancefloor and it's dripping from the lips of another jealous mouth.




thursday was as ever an enlightening evening. it never ceases to amaze me, the harmonics of the interaction of personalities hums along at such an unusual frequency. i can't really say that the night sucked though in most respects it did, however i guess i wouldnt't really remember anyway. even as much as some people irritate me to a degree i still find them all so fascinating. have been placed in yet another situation that i don't know what i am going to do about. offers on the table but i am unsure about how that will all pan out.

--accidentally let my writing mojo go through the wash so i can only write in stunted sentences.

the real world

smiling from the inside out

completely brimming over with bliss. meow



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