(If you have a good name for this don't be shy in sharing. I was thinking 'A Dream Deemed Worthy' maybe? Anyway ENJOY)
Like a poets inspiration
When society's all shot down.
A writers devastation
In a lost and broken town.
A singers call to harmony
When the world is void of sound.
A theft sought after larceny
In a jail locked earth bound.
An actor open minded,
Or a dancer soaring high
Is a believer just and righted
On a cause lost in a lie.
A hope in the light of day
In an unjust source of torture,
In a dark forsaken trade
There's still light hidden in corners.
A dream worthy of dreaming,
Or a candle set alight.
A nightmare vanquished deeming
On a fight worthy to fight.
*All copyrights*
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything.
Wednesday, 3 July 2013
Monday, 1 July 2013
What Is My Life?
I feel like I'm going through a not-even-quarter life crisis. What am I doing with my life?
Waking up at 11-12am every day, eating a butt load of food, watching YouTube and/or movies, occasionally walking to the shops just to buy more food, or go for a walk if it's not pouring rain, but mostly just staying inside in my pj's all day.
I feel like I'm wasting every day, but because I feel this way I feel no motivation to go outside and change that. And then I get depressed because I watch YouTube and all these YouTubers are doing exciting, thrilling things and having lives and being fun and I'm just sitting here doing nothing all day, feeling guilty about it, just to do it again.
Whenever I feel this way I always watch Danisnotonfire or Itswaypastmybedtime and instantly feel better. But this is such a bad habit.
I need help.
I need a bad influence.
I need someone who is literally going to push me out the door, shove me into a fun situation and point a gun at my head until I do something.
And in all these days I've spent cooped up inside and being lonely, I've come to realize what has influenced me to feel this way. What has truly influence my Boo Radleyness is this;
The internet - enough said.
Winter weather - I think my brain just thinks because the weather is cold it gives me the excuse to stay inside and eat.
My weight - I can't swim (obviously because of the weather as well) but because of self consciousness. And just in general I feel the judging eyes of bystanders...But that might just be because I wear colourful stockings with shorts and a bagging band tee on a daily basis.
Anxiety - I hate going over to peoples houses. I hate it. I literally feel this pulsating desire to stay home and not go over to another human beings house. I'm fine with them coming to mine, it's just going over to theirs and interacting with other people and... oh God.
My Singleness - I suppose if I had a boyfriend I would probably be on dates and stuff and not in my room reading Wattpad and watching Harry Potter repeatedly.
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything.
Waking up at 11-12am every day, eating a butt load of food, watching YouTube and/or movies, occasionally walking to the shops just to buy more food, or go for a walk if it's not pouring rain, but mostly just staying inside in my pj's all day.
I feel like I'm wasting every day, but because I feel this way I feel no motivation to go outside and change that. And then I get depressed because I watch YouTube and all these YouTubers are doing exciting, thrilling things and having lives and being fun and I'm just sitting here doing nothing all day, feeling guilty about it, just to do it again.
Whenever I feel this way I always watch Danisnotonfire or Itswaypastmybedtime and instantly feel better. But this is such a bad habit.
I need help.
I need a bad influence.
I need someone who is literally going to push me out the door, shove me into a fun situation and point a gun at my head until I do something.
And in all these days I've spent cooped up inside and being lonely, I've come to realize what has influenced me to feel this way. What has truly influence my Boo Radleyness is this;
The internet - enough said.
Winter weather - I think my brain just thinks because the weather is cold it gives me the excuse to stay inside and eat.
My weight - I can't swim (obviously because of the weather as well) but because of self consciousness. And just in general I feel the judging eyes of bystanders...But that might just be because I wear colourful stockings with shorts and a bagging band tee on a daily basis.
Anxiety - I hate going over to peoples houses. I hate it. I literally feel this pulsating desire to stay home and not go over to another human beings house. I'm fine with them coming to mine, it's just going over to theirs and interacting with other people and... oh God.
My Singleness - I suppose if I had a boyfriend I would probably be on dates and stuff and not in my room reading Wattpad and watching Harry Potter repeatedly.
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything.
Sunday, 30 June 2013
Boys, Blogs and Books
Hello Blogiverse (I don't care if it's not a thing, I'm making it a thing),
So recently I started talking to this guy. He's funny, nice, sweet, an apology whore and has good taste in music. All was going well until I asked the fatal question;
Do you read?
And what would he reply with but;
Yes. Pictures.
I think my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.Will there never be a guy who reads and who I'll meet in my lifetime? Every. Single. Guy. I know doesn't read. Why is this? Why doesn't he read?
No matter, I will continue to talk to this non-reading person whom in which I have nada in common with. You never know, maybe I can broaden his horizons and help him indulge in the sweet new alternate universe of a half decent book.
So, I've only been blogging for a few days - maybe a week now - and what I've come to notice is... I actually prefer blogging over writing. Which is absolutely insane since I love writing for its creativity and its ability to lure me into a whole new universe. Whereas blogs are a way to look into someone elses lives, or - depending on the writer - your own. Nothing in common, except, you know, the fact of actual writing. But that obviously doesn't count.
Books, books, and more books. I think I may be breaching insanity, borderline BOOKS!
Does that even make sense? I don't know, because I'm too indulged in freaking books. I'm in the process of reading Beautiful Darkness, but honestly I couldn't be arsed. I have so many, many books awaiting my seeking eyes, yet my pride is determined to finish Beautiful Darkness before I start on the others. Despite this distinct fact I still - accidentally! - started reading To Kill a Mockingbird, since I got it the other day and I felt unusually intellectual reading it in public, although I felt unable to concentrate with all the wondering eyes looking from a punk rock teenage girl to the old classic novel she had in her dry, unvarnished finger nails.
I honestly cannot wait to start with World War Z since I want to read it before I see the movie, but I want to see the movie soon, but I have to finish Beautiful Darkness before I start on World War Z. Do you see my dilemma?!
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything.
So recently I started talking to this guy. He's funny, nice, sweet, an apology whore and has good taste in music. All was going well until I asked the fatal question;
Do you read?
And what would he reply with but;
Yes. Pictures.
I think my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.Will there never be a guy who reads and who I'll meet in my lifetime? Every. Single. Guy. I know doesn't read. Why is this? Why doesn't he read?
No matter, I will continue to talk to this non-reading person whom in which I have nada in common with. You never know, maybe I can broaden his horizons and help him indulge in the sweet new alternate universe of a half decent book.
So, I've only been blogging for a few days - maybe a week now - and what I've come to notice is... I actually prefer blogging over writing. Which is absolutely insane since I love writing for its creativity and its ability to lure me into a whole new universe. Whereas blogs are a way to look into someone elses lives, or - depending on the writer - your own. Nothing in common, except, you know, the fact of actual writing. But that obviously doesn't count.
Books, books, and more books. I think I may be breaching insanity, borderline BOOKS!
Does that even make sense? I don't know, because I'm too indulged in freaking books. I'm in the process of reading Beautiful Darkness, but honestly I couldn't be arsed. I have so many, many books awaiting my seeking eyes, yet my pride is determined to finish Beautiful Darkness before I start on the others. Despite this distinct fact I still - accidentally! - started reading To Kill a Mockingbird, since I got it the other day and I felt unusually intellectual reading it in public, although I felt unable to concentrate with all the wondering eyes looking from a punk rock teenage girl to the old classic novel she had in her dry, unvarnished finger nails.
I honestly cannot wait to start with World War Z since I want to read it before I see the movie, but I want to see the movie soon, but I have to finish Beautiful Darkness before I start on World War Z. Do you see my dilemma?!
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything.
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