camilla de errico will definately be the basis of my sleave.
her artworks are outstandingly beautiful,
and to wear anything near as amazing as them on my body is an absolute honour.
i'm sick of this age thing, stop thinking about tattoos tianna.

i admit
i am becoming quite frustrated with my age
this is the time in my life when being young is the worst thing in the world
and i honestly don't know what to do
i can't get mad or upset just because someones a year or two or even three older then me
that's just dumb
but i can't help it
i'm jealous
and i do not take jealousy well.

the one idol that will never change.

this was written by my best friend, and is one of the best things i have ever read.
maddison rain mcnamara
you never cease to amaze me with your writing.

'ghost towns'
and all that's left of this is a ghost town. leftover scents and clothes that weren't picked up in the rush to escape those skin-prickling four walls.
look closely enough and you can spot the faint impressions between the sheets of lovers too far gone. this is summer, it can never be spring.
i'd like to write that all he was to me was a cold cup of tea, cobwebs in my cellar, an unfinished masterpiece.
but the wise page knew the truth and the blue lines dripped liquid empathy - i've always had an unhealthy attraction to incomplete things.
you know you have a permanent piece of my medium-sized australian heart.
i want nothing more than to tip-toe away, but my feet have made up their mind. they plant themselves firmly here in the midst of memories, and old thrift store jeans. i always loved those jeans.
realisation hits me like a brick. i am trapped here, dripping with denial and fermented dreams, i’m the girl who saw better blind, and this is my ghost town.
you've been the secret kept untold for so many Aprils and Mays, didn't you know? i think you have forgotten how to love me, now i'm left with only the sun's butterfly kisses and my morning lullabies as company.
but we still have our stories. we will always have those.
sticks and stones may break my bones, but procrastination destroys me.

oh lily, i like having you to look up too.

mmmmmm alternative style, i love you.
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he'd ask me what was in my head
i'd say "donkey's, always donkey's"
i should have said, "you."

today, maddison sat me down and made me watch 'the boat that rocked'
it wasn't all that hard
i'm usually up for a movie or two
especially one with bill nighy starring.
i don't want to ruin it for you if you are yet to see it
but it's basically a movie of rebelion or power of the people
much like v for vendetta, another of my favourite movies.
throughout the movie i couldn't help but think about what it was like to be one of them
to fight for something so strongly and willingly
i can't really say i've ever fought for anything
but would i if i was in one of their positions?
i think the answer is no.
i am a coward.
i don't think i'm ever really this honest with anything i say
but i do not think i would have the guts to risk my life for something i've created
or believe in strongly.
maybe i think too little of myself
and when push comes to shove i really would take a bullet.
honestly i believe i'm far too afraid of death.
who knows, maybe i am a better person then i give myself credit for
but i sincerly think not.
compassion is not something i have
history is something i'll never be apart of
i can see myself living in the shadows.
there's really nothing left in the world to achieve
humanity is at it's best
and worst.
the most typical phrase of all mankind;
'i am just one person, what can i do?'
it runs through my head.
i am only one person.
i have only one life.
this could mean one of two things;
1. yes, i am only one person but i can achieve anything i want, i will only live once.
therefore i should make each and every day count yes?
or,
2. i am just one person, there are over 21 billion people on this planet.
there is nothing i can do to help without power, which is something i don't have.
yes, i will only live once, but there is nothing i can do.
see, equal arguements
i assume over five sixths of the planet has thought of these things
i cannot be the only person to question.

it's father's day today



that's my father,
he's one of the most amazing men i know.
when he is happy, everyone is happy,
he has this way of lighting up a room.

tell them dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being.