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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
okay so I added a lot of the blogs I follow on this blog to my new one (yes I realise how ridiculous I sound making a sodding fuss out of this) but perhaps it hasn’t shown up in people’s notifications or something. if you need to know the name of my new blog please message me, merci beaucoup et je suis assez sur c'est au revoir maintenant x
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so i made a new blog, and this one will be gone or abandoned soon x (apologies for any hassle caused)
I lie here in my cosy state and feel very aware of the soft blanket embracing my skin, folding itself into the dips and curves of my body. Something in my head tingles. That old, familiar fizz that excites me and terrifies me, each and every time, without fail. I can feel another episode rising to the surface, a moment of madness to make me do something silly. It is like a cat that stretches out and sinks its claws into the carpet, gently waking up, ready to hunt for birds and mice. I look to the fairy lights; the soft glow of acrylic crowns and sparrows; the tingling punches through my chest. I won’t be able to control it soon. I’m scared.
5 months afterwards. Brewing plans. Saving slowly. Unable to write any kind of story. Eager for summer. Dreaming of fast cars and train rides. Surrounded by lovers and love hearts. Quite alone.
I do not want a soul mate, a lover or sweetheart. I do not want someone who steals kisses in the dark, or holds my hand throughout the day. I want a partner in crime. I want another member to this two man army; a brother-in-arms to help me battle the masses, to travel to faraway lands and save children and teach them good things. I want a teacher who helps me discover strength and love and spirituality, who grades me and scolds me and allows me to grow.
Be brave
Be the storm that expresses herself, be the warmth of the sun that comforts and gives kindness, be brave. Never mind if they call you mayor of crazy town. Be queen of insane kingdoms. Be brave. Be kind.
Raindrops On Gingko Leaves (by Arlene Gee (seeker of artistic beauty))
Breathtaking Frozen Bubbles Look Like Elegant Glass Ornaments
Angela Kelly
Matters of Life and Death
Everyone dies, but
It’s how you live that truly
Matters, in the end.
Bird Stamps by Diana Beltran Herrera
Colombian artist Diana Beltran Herrera is already known for her lively bird sculptures made out of paper. She’s started a new project that will be part of an exhibition she plans to have this year at CODA museum in Netherlands, a show all about paper. Here, she’s taken the image of a bird on a stamp and magnified it so that the birds appear bursting from their scenes.
Alright so, a dear person who meant very much to me has been following my blog (I’ve no idea for how long) and I found out only a few days ago who it was (at least I think it is who it is) and it’s driven me insane, not that that takes much driving to, and now tumblr doesn’t feel like a safe place to put all my tired, emotional thoughts. I want to apologise, I want to run away and disappear, I hope said person will respectfully keep away from me, I know what harm I’ve done and I know that in order to love Clive graciously I must keep away. So please, please keep away. I don’t want any more harm done upon anyone. I’ve already over-thought this little discovery and lost sleep over it. Please.
Mind Fucked
And you’re not even in my life any more, and I have done my best to keep away.