Tuesday, 23 March 2010

For Simie because he has gorgeously gappy teeth

....and legs I would literally kill for! They wouldn't be out of place on a Westwood catwalk, for sure!

And so what if you're a little bit crazy and hyperactive and hysterical a lot of the time? None could blame you. We've both lived a lot, in a very short period of time. I think you're an old soul, like me, but difficult too. (Sometimes I think I've passed on both the best and the worst aspects of me, little brothaa) This is how I view you: Uncertain, scarred, and therefor sensitive and sharp. At times a free spirit, at others, locked up by Fear. I get that. And I really hope you're loved in life. That above all else I wish.

" In short: Too many tears for a young heart to understand "

Children can be so clever, and this often masks the fact that they are mostly very vulnerable. I think it's important to respect children like adults, at the same time allowing them their moment, where the world is a shell of sugar casing, and nothing more.

(All the money in the world won't be able to buy that moment back, when you're forty-two and sitting in a Porshe with a small, aching heart)

Thursday, 18 March 2010

Carved into oak, in the heart of my woods. A connection like that is not forgotten readily. Especially by me.

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

English Language Coursework.

Sometimes you just need to cry. Other times, you really need to do coursework. Well tonight I said to myself: Why not do both, at the same time, you little fool!? I always write better when I'm crying. :S Please God let this coursework be good! I haven't really tried. I just assume that I can succeed off talent alone now, and that isn't right. I'm not happy about that. I used to try so much harder than I do and I sometimes wish I hadn't done so well in my exams, otherwise, I wouldn't be so confident and thus be slaving away right now for A2s! I don't want to fail, not at anything. I only want the best. Typical Aries really. :L Today was a good day! BRA lost, but such an incredible atmosphere at Ravenhill. I'll miss my school. At the same time, I cannot wait to get the hell away from the things and the people and the person I have been here. Not that I have been a bad person, just not my full self yet. I'm constantly on the self discovery channel, it's mad. Life in itself is confused, a blurred canvas of mixy paint-pot colour. I just seem to move from one stage to the next, drifting on the tide. Even though I don't want to be a drifter, it seems the only way. Oh well. Here's to the world and its Robots. (Let's hope my mechanics improve in the future ) =] xxx Lannie
Conceal me in your draw-string bag,

all lily skin, iced heart and plaid.