I sometimes meet famous people in my dreams, we talk and hold hands and feel really comfortable and lovely together. I was with Tom Hiddleston last night, it was so sweet we were gentle, shy type of happy. It was really nice. I hope to meet some of the people I admire one day, how wonderful would that be? To talk and listen to them and their art, what a dream.
In a situation so normal its painfully mundane
clues to the answer I’ve got, already have made quite plain
as if frustration’s not enough to drive me insane
Why has it gone then, you twit, where is my damned brain?!
I’ve gone all weak and stupid, I have all but one exam to take and its freaking me out. What is up with this? Honestly, I have it easy. Knowing that makes me want to punch myself in the face. You lousy stupid baby, GET A GRIP.
The light drizzle in the evening touched my cheeks in a kiss
like how you do, my dear
when life goes amiss.
I had stepped light to the tune of the glad silver lining,
on this cool blue day
I could feel Christmas was coming.
I heard your lovely voice singing of I growing older,
I knew in acceptance and love
this year had left me much warmer.
The hope and the laughs, the dreams yet to become,
I’m building my wings
I’m flying into the sun.
I never thought I was very creative, my imagination resided always in too many boxes. In my mind I was just someone who occasionally tried to draw or enjoyed framing bits of life, but I wouldn’t say that it was it was fueled by an infinite bubble of whirling ideas in my head, definitely not.
Only now do I feel a strange yearning for an arty output. I want to draw and paint and write, I want to bring my camera out and bother people with my creepy shots. I want to watch movies, I want to read an adventure, talk with some juice and sing. I re-read my blogs in an attempt to feel again the feelings I managed to put in words or an image.
Thanks to UWA, I’m being intellectually stimulated in ways I lacked before and I adore it. I never thought I’d feel unbalanced. Who would’ve guessed?
Its been said that absence makes the heart grow fonder, I never expected to fully understand it with the missing of creative expression. I love school, but I can’t wait to put all that has inspired me in my own forms, my own artistic pieces.
I feel like I found a lost friend, its lovely.
WE (Deon and I) LOVVEEEEEE THEM. Favourite weird ‘always end up talking about death in an inappropriately happy way’ cute. So glad walrus is back and it’s the four of us again anticipating dance matches and suppers and sleepovers with my Monica list. They've become family and I/we are blessed and grateful. LOVE THEM, love all of us. Love all of us together. I love you both, Joan and Andrew.
I’m letting Lena use me as a subject in her narrative photography assignment, it’s quite fun. She surrounded me with food for the ‘bingeing’ shot and of course I started pouring Maltesers out of the box into my mouth and she laughed saying I really was a pig.
'Maybe buy ice cream for everyone but take a photo pretending Lisa is going to eat it all-'
Lena and Deon: ‘but she will end up eating it all.’
Its funny but not a joke because I really would.
One of my Johnny Cupcakes earrings is missing, and it’s stressing me out more than my unfinished assignment that’s due.
I hate myself for procrastinating, I need a hammer through my head.
inspire me thy goddess
There is joy to be found at home, but right now I crave the cold outdoors and tall, tall trees.
'Have I wasted the days I've been given?'
Circling the mind like a vulture in my lifelong sphere,
I can’t tell if good motivation or consequential fear.