Because this starts and ends with you too. The limit does not exist.
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Monday, 2 August 2010
Some Beautiful Things
The sound of a typewriter in action, a romantic reminder of a beautiful bygone time
The sight of a heaving, happy party, with its satisfyingly heady mixture of laughter, alcohol and the freedom it permits
A perfect outfit, in colours and fit which compliment your skin tone, hair colour, curves and personality
The scent of each page of a newly opened magazine
The anticipation of fresh air and sunlight
The sensation of safety brought my locked doors, darkness and an electric blanket
The ability to feel completely comfortable around another human being
The love I am capable of feeling and receiving
Being reminded that I am worthy of said love
Hope in its various forms, most of them wonderfully banal
Looking in the mirror on a good hair and makeup day and grinning like an idioit :)
Geting lost in a moment and forgetting everything outside of it- just because it feels good
Angelina Jolie's lips, eyes, bone structure and compassion
Madonna- her eternal charm and paticularly Celebration, Frozen and Vogue
Being likened to Lady Gaga and deciding to take that as a massive compliment
My broken nose, just because it makes me different
Passion
Powerful movies that insist you have a cry, drawing emotion from your own life and pain
Satine in Moulin Rouge- she makes me want to wear red lipstick
Finding a song that resonates with you. The kind that you want to listen to on repeat, all day, every day for the forseeable future- the sort of music that speaks to and comforts your soul when everything else refuses to
Cath Kidston rose and geranium hand cream- I love a light rose scent
Improvement
Showering in the dark
The thought of Winter- and hot chocolate when it's snowing outside
The realisation that time really is a healer
Letting things go & allowing yourself to be happy
Enjoying the littlest pleasures in life- like an almost- hot shower in the morning and that sense of purification, 'newness' and expectation for the day ahead
Having a really amazingly restorative sleep !
Producing an article/ poem/ essay that pleases your teacher, but more importantly, you
My M.A.C fund, money I set aside and save up purely for beautiful makeup
That rush of joy on discovering a HG product, be it a super-flattering and unique shade of lipstick, powder, mascara, foundation, or moisturiser...
Struggling initially to get into a book and then all of a sudden being sucked in by it and REALLY REALLY LOVING IT
The notion that everyone creative is a little bit mad, this has comforted me for a very long time!
Sylvia Plath for her bravery and devestation
Gaga for her real intelligence, ambition and refusal to compromise on her kookiness, EVER
The fashion industry, despite the fact that it is probably the most ruthless and scathing in the world- sometimes a catwalk show or collection will strike me as the ultimate in performance art, and I fucking love it
Ballet- ballet just had to be included !
An interest in politics and current affairs
Sweet texts
Allowing myself to eat some actual really delicious food every once in a while
Laura Ashley, my inner twee girl on crack
Lying in the sunshine, reading a perfectly simplistic book, out of sight from the world
The sight of a heaving, happy party, with its satisfyingly heady mixture of laughter, alcohol and the freedom it permits
A perfect outfit, in colours and fit which compliment your skin tone, hair colour, curves and personality
The scent of each page of a newly opened magazine
The anticipation of fresh air and sunlight
The sensation of safety brought my locked doors, darkness and an electric blanket
The ability to feel completely comfortable around another human being
The love I am capable of feeling and receiving
Being reminded that I am worthy of said love
Hope in its various forms, most of them wonderfully banal
Looking in the mirror on a good hair and makeup day and grinning like an idioit :)
Geting lost in a moment and forgetting everything outside of it- just because it feels good
Angelina Jolie's lips, eyes, bone structure and compassion
Madonna- her eternal charm and paticularly Celebration, Frozen and Vogue
Being likened to Lady Gaga and deciding to take that as a massive compliment
My broken nose, just because it makes me different
Passion
Powerful movies that insist you have a cry, drawing emotion from your own life and pain
Satine in Moulin Rouge- she makes me want to wear red lipstick
Finding a song that resonates with you. The kind that you want to listen to on repeat, all day, every day for the forseeable future- the sort of music that speaks to and comforts your soul when everything else refuses to
Cath Kidston rose and geranium hand cream- I love a light rose scent
Improvement
Showering in the dark
The thought of Winter- and hot chocolate when it's snowing outside
The realisation that time really is a healer
Letting things go & allowing yourself to be happy
Enjoying the littlest pleasures in life- like an almost- hot shower in the morning and that sense of purification, 'newness' and expectation for the day ahead
Having a really amazingly restorative sleep !
Producing an article/ poem/ essay that pleases your teacher, but more importantly, you
My M.A.C fund, money I set aside and save up purely for beautiful makeup
That rush of joy on discovering a HG product, be it a super-flattering and unique shade of lipstick, powder, mascara, foundation, or moisturiser...
Struggling initially to get into a book and then all of a sudden being sucked in by it and REALLY REALLY LOVING IT
The notion that everyone creative is a little bit mad, this has comforted me for a very long time!
Sylvia Plath for her bravery and devestation
Gaga for her real intelligence, ambition and refusal to compromise on her kookiness, EVER
The fashion industry, despite the fact that it is probably the most ruthless and scathing in the world- sometimes a catwalk show or collection will strike me as the ultimate in performance art, and I fucking love it
Ballet- ballet just had to be included !
An interest in politics and current affairs
Sweet texts
Allowing myself to eat some actual really delicious food every once in a while
Laura Ashley, my inner twee girl on crack
Lying in the sunshine, reading a perfectly simplistic book, out of sight from the world
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)
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
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
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Monday, 21 September 2009
thinking on a train
authors are those who will never give up trying to define the undefinable, who refuse to accept that words cannot describe what is indescribable. this is why i have such great respect for people who write. who express and structure what they think. everyone imagines. not everyone puts pen to paper. reading the thoughts of others shape our own, giving us our own unique voice. this is why writers are also first readers. to read is to see but to write is to be.
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