Shit talk has always been something that has followed me from one relationship to the next, I’m not sure what that says about the guys I’ve dated but I’m sure it’s nothing good. The thing with shit talking is it is exactly that, shit, fake news picked up and pieced together from stalked social media … Continue reading Shit Talk
Behind my Moschino shaded eyes, I’m terrified today. I’m alone in the garden, it’s spring and my birth month though spring hasn’t always been a friend. I’ve known spring as a liar and with each new bloom spring has whispered promises it would always break. As I smoked one of his cigarettes out of my … Continue reading Moschino Shaded Eyes
I wrote about him and then deleted it all. Everything I had written just felt so irrelevant when I read it all back and I know my book and blog are full of the irrelevant, but I’ve never wanted to delete something as much as I did today. Delete the words, delete the guy. My … Continue reading I wrote about him
You could have my whole life if you wanted You could have my whole soul if I’m honest Tore my heart to pieces with your promise Always carrying your lies in my pocket But you and me we just never make it work Me and you drag each other through the dirt In the end … Continue reading If You Wanted…
The whites of my teeth show happiness I think. Everyone's too vacent to notice the big sink hole. Sinking down a deep hole maybe it's my life goal. Happiness is my biggest mystery And I wonder, was it really ever meant for me? See, I never understood how anybody could be so delirious, mysterious is … Continue reading Did you notice?
Paris, city of love… smoking cigarettes on balconies, a coffee shop on every corner, a city full of art, sculpture and fashion, passion, excitement, history and a city I have visited twice before with ex-lovers… and most recently on my own…. Urgh!! This is all I’ve got to offer and its pissing me off! It … Continue reading Cigarettes and Wine (Paris)
Yesterday I realised just how many little thing we miss in life-like how water rejects milk and pushes it up into the air into a perfect little white pearl, I realised how a look shared often enough, just one little look can make you smile for days and that you can’t win everything but when … Continue reading Diary Entry 2 – rambling (aged 18)