Janis Joplin.

A truly amazing woman.

4 months in. No high street clothes. Its killing me. But I'm saving truck loads of money. Europe here I come.



Egon Schiele. My favourite artist, his work is so inspirational and utterly raw.

Lesson learnt: Don't let anyone in.

One of the most beautiful films ever. xxx
A slack jaw and single, heavy thud of my heart as I look between them
and realise the events that will follow.
A gulp as I swallow my fantasies for him and bury them deep.
A shrug as I shake off any unjust and un-entitled feelings of betrayal
that threaten to cloud her in my head.
" Its fine," I hear my brain whisper softly to my heart.
"He's not yours and she is great"

Crying would feel good, but I can't muster a single sob.
I wade through my pain with a bittersweet smile on my lips.
My love for him has long seemed unrealistic, but I had hooked my heart
on these silly dreams.
She is an easy friend. Funny, beautiful, social and sparky.
He obviously has seen this in her too.
Shame he never saw it in me.
Crashing into new realities hurt.
-le love.

im sorry. my blogger hasnt worked in forever.