Freedom

Today I finished my second year of Uni - yay! There has also been a gigantic change of plans and due to Topshop falling through and my house falling through and many other reasons I am now heading back to my parents house in Oxford for the Summer. I pretty much already have a job lined up so that's grand, to be honest as boring as it sounds I'm just looking forward to earning some money and seeing my Oxfordshire friends and maybe a very cheeky trip up to Sweden. I also have nine full books to read over the Summer as dissertation research so there's no rest for the wicked!

How are you planning on spending your Summer?

Sometimes I can be vain.

Scratches On My Skin

The light was neither from Heaven or Hell, and the lost city behind me caught fire in the sunset, blazing behind these strange clouds. The smoke drifted past, and in it doing so, I caught the glimpses of faces and places, of voices, of lovers lost and won. Of friends near and far, close and distant in both proximity and to my heart. This black hole, which has been here since the beginning of time has moved me in ways that life couldn't.
But now I have nowhere left to run, here at the End of the World, my eyes feel heavy, and I want nothing more than to nap on the mossy banks beneath me, eclipsed by the sea, the abyss and the hiding, blinding sun.

Scratches On My Neck

The sea in front of me was cold, and I could hear it crying - weeping sorrowful waves that lapped against a burdened shoreline. Angelic choruses resounded all around, echoing from the light and shadows that emit from the strangely coloured, almost ethereal clouds. The black hole still hungrily sucking in all that it could. I wish I knew more about this place, and how I got here, and why there are others here too, watching their fate be consumed by something they don't know.

Scratches On My Face

I finally saw the end of the world - an abrupt, vast hole of nothingness that sucked all the emotion from me, bits of cities and memories floated past, sucked into the atomos. The wind violently blowing my hair and long coat, as I stood on the edge of the world, wondering if jumping towards the darkness, I would fall or float.

HAI, hey, hello! Sorry for giving you next-to-nothing in terms of updates, I've been very busy with work and sorting money out and going on dates (yes, miracles do happen) amongst other things. The week or so of glorious sunshine was so much appreciated and I spent most of my days on the beach with friends both old and new - come back already Sun!

Uni is so close to being over for the Summer I can taste it. I have an essay to hand in next Friday, and then an exhibition critique for the week after (which is so easy I'll probably hammer it out in one night) then I am FREE. Today is also the first day of June, which is also my birthday month and generally a month of happiness from looking back on previous ones, so I hope this year it continues to be the same. The Jubilee can bugger off however, as I am working all four days of the Bank Holiday. Thanks retail!

After The Lunch

I came across this beautiful poem being read aloud by the beautiful Sophie Dahl (who I've since developed a big, big crush on) on her cookery programme that I was watching clips of on YouTube to procrastinate from exam revision. What do you think?

On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes,
the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love

On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. you're high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?

On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You're a fool. I don't care.
the head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across

Wendy Cope