"Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.”
Mark Overby

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark. No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight. In the shadow of your heart.

Pulling me back. The sea keeps pulling.

Inevitable? Perhaps. Perhaps its meant to be.

Am I fighting a losing battle? Grasping onto something thats isn't there? I'm scared of losing myself. But perhaps I'm already lost, and I'm fighting for a ghost.

xxx

Beer fest.

I need to get a hang of not getting fingers in the pictures. But I am utterly in love with disposable cameras.xxx

Beautiful and perfect. Trust. Future and fate. Amazing. Lifetime. Soul. Love. Challenges and strength.
Faith.
Confusion and knowing. Intelligence. Mystery. Meaningful and meaningless. Art. Inspiration. Temptation and judgement.
Chaos.

Tangle of Thorns

xx

Currently reading Ways of Seeing by John Berger. For my art foundation course next year. Its bloody hard to read but at the same time really amazing.

I'm off to africa tomorrow. So no blog for ages. But this is my 95th post, so no doubt when I get back I'll so something fairly interesting for my last 5 counting up to my 100th. :) Along with my many pictures I'll take in Durban.

Farewell!

x

WeHeartIt.

Fabulous night. Beer festival. Load music. Cider. Disposable camera. Funfunfun. I met the most beautiful girl, who in some weird twist of fate, reads this blog. Imogen, you're gorgeous :)

xx

Dont touch my moleskin.

Read it.
xx

The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.
xx

Weheartit

I don't know what I expected. Perhaps, more than this. But it's ok. I'll just go back to the same old me. Same old same old.
xx

weheartit

When I was little, I felt wrong. Like my body wasn't my own. I couldn't translate the real me. I was trapped.
I think... I'm finally getting there.

xx

http://the-wardrobe-old-town.blogspot.com/

The Wardrobe


thats my shop. made a blog. all the dresses are ours. more pictures to come :) you have no idea how many beautiful dresses come out of that place.
not just dresses.
but mainly.
i love my job.
xx

Who is to say what love is? Who is to say what floods our hearts, blazes in our eyes?
For not even I, sir, knows what my self thirsts. I think I know, tracked it down, pinpointed it. But then it slips away yet again. Like ghosts, my desires melt away. I fear I may never know.

These girls are so beautiful, its sickening.
All these dresses are from my shop :)
xx

Pretty dresses and wine galore.

This is the end.... Thank God. But prom was good.

xxx

Francis Bacon. A troubled soul. Damned because of who he loved. Bitter because he is convicted by humans when judgement is by God and God alone.
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