"Our innocence walked the plank, that year. We were no longer children. One by one, we experienced the inevitable growth into a new world. We were introduced to war and broken hearts. Some built invisible ice castles around their fears, and others grew hearts even colder. Spilt milk did not cause tears, but secondhand smoke did. Adulthood arrived, and there was to be an endless battle between tragedy and beauty, to the point that both would merge and soon everything would be a bit of both. We were all beautiful tragedies, alive and lonely."
this song does something to me. no words. chillsssss.
And if the snow buries my,
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.
You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn.
Then we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know.
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
and our parent's bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends.
Then we think of our parents,
well what the hell ever happened to them?!
You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head to gold,
as the day grows dim,
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to sing.
Purify the colours, purify my mind.
Purify the colours, purify my mind,
and spread the ashes of the colours
Over this heart of mine!
In 5 weeks time I will be purchasing the school books to begin studying to be a personal trainer.
Starting a new fitness program the next 5 weeks; devoting today to eating chocolate and pasta.
Got bomb new tennies which make me happy.
My man getting a job at an Italian place is going to be a squeal :)
Almost a month without a drop of alcohol and nicotine; I feel like a queen.
Feel so S T R O N G.
These are ‘pineberries’. Allegedly they were sourced from an endangered strain in South Africa and have been cultivated for the past seven years, now available for limited commercial purchase in Europe. They have the same genetic makeup as a strawberry, but are white with red seeds and taste like pineapples! I cannot wait until the day I can taste a pineberry.
"Cheating is easy. There’s no swank to infidelity. To borrow against the trust someone has placed in you costs nothing at first. You get away with it, you take a little more until there is no more to draw on. Oddly, your hands should be full with all that taking but when you open them there’s nothing there." - Jeanette Winterson - Written on the Body