Anonymous asked: That man is sexy. Can I please have his number? ;D And I liked your post before that. :3 <3
Hahaha I don’t know who he is unfortunately. He has a great back though. Thanks!
In the interest of honesty… This is what I drew tonight, hopefully doing the tiniest bit of justice to the picture I used (don’t worry, there are no naked men in my room (yet)).
In a modern world where everybody has mobile phones, email, text messaging, instantaneous contact with one another no matter where we are, why is it that no one ever talks?
We are communicating, sure, but we are skating around the topic, trying to interpret the subtext from a message about the weather. The only way I can safely convey my feelings is in a letter, posted before I could change my mind, scared about what the other person is reading and thinking, in case it is too different from how it sounded in my head.
But this is not about me (for once). It is about everyone’s fear to tell the truth. Why should we pretend we’re okay if we feel like we’re about to collapse from the inside out? What is the problem here? Are we afraid of being judged? Because we shouldn’t be. Really, who hasn’t had a bad day? It’s not as if certain people are exempt from pain or torment or making mistakes.
Why is it so difficult for us to talk and explain and forgive and sympathize? I don’t know. I hate keeping secrets and pretending I’m alright when I’m not.
So, here’s the truth:
- some days i feel like not getting out of bed. i can’t do anything right on those days, and i feel worthless and useless and horrid.
- some days are normal, and i have ups and downs
- some days i feel like a happy little bee in summer
If I have a problem, I’m not going to be afraid to tell you anymore. Or to ask for help. I’m not going to be modest, but honest.
My first love letter to a stranger! I plan on leaving it somewhere (perhaps a book shop) today. I’ll let you know.
Everything I bought at the cutest flea market today (plus the necklace I am wearing which is a peace symbol). From top: earrings that I originally bought in black but they broke so the lovely stall lady let me trade them for these orange ones; a bunting style necklace; wax seal and stamp for sealing letters (!!!! very excited about this one); a portrait drawn in pen then painted in watercolour then finished with a fountain pen of me and my friend Nibby by Goh Huiying (she was crazy talented and very nice). I am so happy with everything! I loved allll the stalls at the market and wanted to buy everything and live there in a creative lovely bubble forever.
I endeavor to write a love letter to a stranger and tuck it somewhere in this city. Perhaps I will tuck it under a seat on the bus, or in between two pairs of shoes in Topshop, or hidden in a piggy bank’s stomach. Maybe I will sign it, and leave my url for whoever discovers it to contact me, to approach me tentatively, knowing secrets I have confessed like slivers of myself upon the page. Perhaps I will stay anonymous, and wonder for my life what became of the discoverer, and what they thought of me and my aching words.
Anonymous asked: I can't see the tags on a laptop! :(
Ah! I just realised that if you don’t have a tumblr, you won’t be seeing this on your dashboard and my theme may not allow tags to show up. Okay, my fault. I’ll look for a new theme tomorrow xxxx
The tags are underneath each post I make. If you’re on a phone, you should see them in a sort of grey colour, as above. I think it’s pretty similar on a laptop too. You can see more of them by swiping or dragging the mouse/trackpad from right to left. Hope this helped xxx
One because my hair has got super long somehow, two because I love my dad’s hat, and three because I’m a selfie girl in a selfie world.
Listening to You Me At Six - Little Bit of Truth. Joshua Franceschi gets it.
It’s funnier how much easier everything seems when you’re a kid. You could conquer the world, you could become prime minister, you could write stories and go out and make a difference in the world. It all seems feasible because you don’t know about all the hardships you’ll have to face. But you don’t know about the happiness either. When you’re a kid, though, you are so impressionable. You think your mum is the prettiest woman in the world, your dad is a superhero, and ice cream can make up for any cut or bruise. People need to keep looking up, looking forward.
I need to remind myself that it won’t last forever. Nothing does.
As Winston Churchill once said: “If you’re going through hell, keep going.”
Sometimes when I’m crossing a road I’m tempted to stop right in the middle and see what happens. What kind of person is behind the wheel? Would they stop? Or power on through?
Sometimes it frightens me how little we know about people. You have no idea who anyone really is.
I’m gonna stab myself in the neck with this pen from all the studying I have not been doing!!!!!!!!!
ps I’m in katie’s room next to the printer for all of my printer needs. think i’ll move in here. her room is bigger. and it’s unoccupied. and has a bathroom and wifi and a bed and a desk. (i live a wild life)
also pss if you don’t read my tags you miss almost all of what i say all the time okay goodbye
