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uncharted suns. [Jun. 28th, 2009|02:36 am]
[mood |lawd i sound arrogant]
[melody |i'm just HAPPY :D]

i am in the vortex of a summer of love. at last.
i have my little bubbler in my room with me and i never, ever feel loneliness with him. he is my star and my joy and the bringer of all good things.
i went to the university for the creative arts taster courses and i'm now a legit student... i have homework and everything now!! there are projects to dedicate myself to and life feels like a ride with scary and exciting things everywhere: undiscovered corners. over the summer i have to visit as many art galleries as i can - especially the top london ones - what a shame! ;D

i play dress-up and run outside, laughing.
pretending to be french and married by the exchanging of hats with kitten bridesmaids. i have a fondness for intoxications. and i like being torn to shreds by passionate adventure and the powers of escapism. because life is worth dying for. and life is nothing without adventure. stamina is written on the soles of my blackened feet. dancing barefoot through london alleyways and singing with the buskers. [they earn extra when i dance with them]. i feel bipolar but without down time.

and if i get revolted looks (which i do)
for being uncouth,
or daring,
provocative ...

i declare openly and with reassurance that life is too short.

if worry starts to cloud my mind, i daydream about the vastness of the universe, the size of space and of worlds beyond ours and of the absolute fucking wonder that is all of this beautiful flourishing life on this mad little spinning plannet.

Link5 fallen stars ... whisper sweet nothings..

Nature. [Jun. 13th, 2009|03:26 am]

All of the summer is unlocking my resistance.

No matter how unbearable the heat, it is passion which soaks the skin more.

Reaching for another heart..

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says 'don't let go' [Feb. 16th, 2009|02:28 am]
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for the first time since 2002, i have no lover.

love takes on no precise form these days but is a constant entity unconfined to skin. it is open and wandering - through fantasies as ever it was. my heart resembles an external spiritual organ vulnerable to the world: i'm desperately trying not to let it get hurt whilst proudly pruning all attributes gracing my character, because there will never be another me.

i decide that this summer will be wonderful and think of happiness as a choice. i foresee visions of sunkissed friends smoking weed at a picnic in a field where everyone is dancing and playing. tiny rainbows are being painted on wrists &faces which get stained by tears of laughter and pearls of summer sweat.

i'm in love with what i want. and i don't mind, and i don't feel vain. every moment spent analysing such possibilites is time well spent on self-understanding i've never before had:

i know this is the stuff i will thank myself for on my death bed. 


endless are the invitations to my heart.

Link5 fallen stars ... whisper sweet nothings..

(no subject) [Dec. 20th, 2008|06:35 am]
[mood |serene]

I have given up on trying to explain myself to other people who prefer the punch of direct and human answers. Factes of individuality can manifest themselves in so many different ways; I am erratic and my personality is liquid: constantly shifting resulting in many different first impressions and perceptions of what I am. But they're all correct, this is perhaps why I felt I required so much validation. There is never any obligation to define me.
Thoughts surrounding this can be interpreted as conceited in their self-indulgence: Why so special? Why dwell on yourself so much? In reply I ask what isn't amazing about you? I still can't believe I made it here..
No airs of faux self-confidence seeps from vanity, superficiality, materialism. I fall in the kind of love that has thoughts - usually so self-deprecating - blend to magnificent realizations, each and every one carrying truths rooted in nature, validating my existance and connecting me to it. The shapes of my eyes and fullness of my lips exceed all media-targeted definitions of beauty when they are so full of love: that higher plane is an experience, not merely a visual illusion. It penetrates and does not just linger on the surface.


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boo-boo. [Dec. 19th, 2008|01:10 pm]
[mood |j'ai mal a le tete!]

i think the hibernations have hit me.

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scribbling in the stars. [Dec. 10th, 2008|07:43 pm]
[mood |snug & smoky.]

sometimes the fate of my life doesn't feel like it can be altered by me - but even so, this doesn't make me feel powerless. it rather makes me feel glad that i can see into the vividity of my future as though it follows wildes' words concerning beauty and genius: it needs no explanation. it just is. it was woven long before i was even born, so no enemy of mine can unpick it's intricacies, even if that enemy is me.

in other words, i feel solid right now, and i like what i see.

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oyster drifting. [Dec. 6th, 2008|05:58 am]
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[mood |still here.]


most of the time i know exactly what i'm doing. i have no idea what i'm doing right now and i'm scared. i'm lost in a personal lack of understanding of what i want, and what is right for me. i wanted to be tarnished so as to gain experience i felt i needed. i don't regret it, but it has left me not knowing what i want or which path to follow through. i wonder if i was better off before, in solitary galaxies of my own creation, however lonely... loneliness is such a beautiful emotion. do you ever feel numbed by the world? rather than enchanted? it feels vain to think like this, but when i see things through strictly my own gaze - uninterrupted - i am bewitched by how i idealise, how my imagination falls into beautiful compositions. it's when i arrange myself like this that i feel truly happy, but lonely because i want to share this magic with other people to form deeper connections.

i am still full of the same pearls; it takes the blisses from your heart to open me up.
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Tonight this is pure bliss. [Sep. 3rd, 2008|01:47 am]
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I can't stop crying.
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Humble mumble pie. [Sep. 2nd, 2008|05:28 pm]
Well hello, long time no talk. Wonders what I should talk about?.. Hmmmmmble. If I were to treat me how I'd like to be treated I'd probably ask something different to just "what have you been up to?" Well I have just been shopping. Yes - shopping, for clothes, sanitary towels and toothpaste... Woo hoo! How fae is that? Ironically (?) I actually feel more fae than ever now that I'm slightly more liberated than when I last really got into blogging here. I have no idea what to talk about.. Oh yeah, I'm 21. Ahhh! Haha. :)

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