Beautiful Magic

I told her she reminded me of the night sky.

And she asked me why.

I told her it shone brighter than anything I’d ever seen.

I told her she reminded me of rainy days.

And she asked me why. 

I told her that I craved the smell.

I told her she reminded me of my favourite pillow.

And she asked me why. 

I told her it was all I wanted at night.

I told her she reminded me late nights.

And she asked me why.

I told her I love them, even though they’re bad for me.

I told her she reminded me of black and white photos.

And she asked me why. 

I told her I wanted to show them off to everyone.

I told her she reminded me of the circus.

And she asked me why.

And I told her it was the most beautiful magic in the world.

Love to bits and back,

         Everything and Anything.

*Hope you like it. Feel free to quote me ;) But make sure you give me credit. I hate people who try to pass other peoples works off as their own <3*

Awkward Love Affairs

Unlike the title would suggest, my latest and greatest obsession is a TV show. But not just any TV show - the one and only... AWKWARD.
Can we just take a moment to discuss perfection?
And in the literary sense perfection no longer means 'perfection', but instead means 'Awkward', and that being the case would we describe Logan Lerman as awkward...?

Since, as of recently, I've been wanting to become a book and movie critic and not a rambling teenage girl I suppose I should review this show;

Awkward; a cinematic masterpiece of romance, lust, comedy, rivalry, drama, blogging and condoms. The realism of the show is captivating in the best and most dramatic of ways, serving as an exciting insight into the life of an invisible 15 year old girl.
It's protagonist, Jenna Hamilton, is described as a 'nobody' until she loses her virginity to the most popular guy in school - Matty Mckibben and her life takes a turn for the worse. A rumour spreads around school that she tried to commit suicide and during all this Matty is still keeping their secret sex affairs on the down low, and not in the kinky sense.

Without revealing too much let's just say that this show is a monumental stroke of genius and that I want to marry Jake Rosatti and punch Colin Jennings in the face. Any Awkward fans out there that will join me in the maiming of Colin's incredibly attractive face? Anyone?

Anyway, away from the subject of maiming and marrying...

 Love to bits and back,
          Everything and Anything.

P.S. You're welcome.

P.P.S If you haven't actually seen the show yet you won't get my P.S., so watch it.

Creative Gravity

*Hides behind the cloak of invisibility because YOLO* (I'm being ironic, please put down the wand and step away from my Logan Lerman poster!)

So... it's been a while... A little... Little... Oh who am I kidding? I've been avoiding the concept of blogging for too long now and it must end! Gandolf! Get my 12 iron!

OK, in all seriousness I have no idea what that ^ was and I'm sorry if I traumatized you and your honorary group of housewives, but I haven't written a blog entry in a while and it's because of, what I like to call, Creative Gravity.

Now, we all know what gravity is, don't we kids? Thanks to the third grade science teacher I never had, but instead learned through the wisdom of other nose picking 8 year olds.

The definition of gravity copy and pasted from Google is;

grav·i·ty

[grav-i-tee] 

noun, plural grav·i·ties.

1. the force of attraction by which terrestrial bodies tend to fall toward the center of the earth.

2. heaviness or weight.

So Creative Gravity is the natural force of attraction downward, which halts the creative process. This is bad for me guys. I have assignments and concerts and writing competitions on the way - I cannot afford to have Creative Gravity!
I am the lead singer of two groups for a big concert in my city and I cannot be creatively blocked or emotionally drained. It's not good for your pores! (Honestly, I don't even know what that is, but it seems to stereotypically match my 'teen girl' status.)

Speaking of which, it doesn't help that I have 'Teenage Girl Drama' going on in my life.

I swear to you guys, I am about ready to slaughter the next girl who says that they're life is awful and makes a suicide joke. Seriously?! WHAT. IS. WRONG. WITH. YOU?!

*dramatic sigh* I hypocritically hate teenage girls.

They take everything so... seriously. They could have a fight with a friend and say that they're going to move countries. Or they could receive one constructively provoked criticism and bawl their eyes out. It's infuriating!

I always try to think that someone has it worse off than me and that I could be homeless, or dying, or dead, but some girls just don't understand that their issue of Dolly magazine and that D they got in that one Science test 2 years ago aren't the most important things in the world and to stop complaining.


So in a nutshell it's Creative Gravities fault that I haven't been blogging frequently, which means that it's gravities fault, which means it's the earth's fault, which means it's the Big Bang's fault, so... technically you should blame Science for my disappearance and cause some teenage girl drama in that classroom of yours.

Love to bits and back,
        Everything and Anything

P.s. It's also gravities fault that my phone is broken - not mine.

Mixed Emotions on a Stunningly New Debut

The Fault in Our Stars.
Is it safe to say it may be a literacy rebellion on the typical 'happily ever after' ending? I loved it with a pathetic passion and a pitiful pleasure.
The only thing I didn't like about the book? Everyone was reading it. It really turned me off it, because, to me, if someone with half a brain cell and someone who wears smaller clothes then she reads books can appreciate it... How good can it be, really?

In my mind if someone like this girl I described above (naming no names, but she's certainly very... popular where I live) can enjoy it, it mustn't be very intellectual and it mustn't really get you thinking like a good book should.
But I read it anyway, because I mean, I could I not.
And you know what I know now that I didn't know before now?
It. Was. AMAZING!
It was like an angel sprouted down from heaven, had a million little angel offspring's and mushed them together with chocolate, fairy floss and tooth decay then turned it into a book and that book would be The Fault in Our Stars.
Obviously I had to add in tooth decay, because I mean c'mon, the best character dies! Really John, really?

But now I have a new teen-life crisis I'm facing, devoting to the book - They're turning it into a movie...
WHY?! I'm obviously going to see it, but... What if it sucks and strays from the book entirely? What if it gets even more popularity from illiterate lonely sluts and they ruin it for me? What if I can't reread the book again, because the movie was so bad that it destroyed the book for me as well?
URGH! What if the cast sucks and they don't act like Hazel and Augustus at all?!

Oh the life of an Australian 14 year old is just so difficult, isn't it?

Anyway that was my little (Shut up, you went unbelievably overboard on such a simple topic) rant about the Fault in Our Stars... And I guess, by extension, annoying teenage girls in tight, tiny clothing.

Love to bits and back,
        Everything and Anything.

A Fight Worthy to Fight - By Everything and Anything

(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.

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.

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.