July 2011
1 post
Love, the hardest way
Your hand fits mine perfectly, like the missing piece of a puzzle. - said puzzle is suitable for any ages, and it contains merely two pieces — you and I. With our hands intertwined - I passionately kiss your soft, wanting lips, whilst my hand nervously wanders your bare back - breath drawn, your neck is my sanctuary to rest. I used to dream that one day, I could be close to you - your lips...
June 2011
2 posts
February 2011
6 posts
November 2010
1 post
October 2010
8 posts
’What is this, the porn industry, cos I keep getting fucked’
‘Your feelings will unfold, grow and ultimately reveal themselves’
April 2010
9 posts
Wipeout HD Fury, More Like, Wipeout FFS Built Up,...
I went round my best friend’s house yesterday, to watch Vampire Diaries, this was watched (I will create a blog post about the aforementioned show soon) so we moved on to playing Wipeout HD Fury, betwixt, indulging in mini eggs and strawberry milkshake, the perfect fuel to propel one to victory.
What started off as, we’ll take it in turns, one race each, friendly competition was...
Relegation Roulette: 2 Teams, One Bullet, Crystal...
Crystal Palace Football Club, the team I love, the team I have supported all of my life, next year will be my 12th year as a season ticket holder, that being said, we may not even be in existence next season.
I watched as Chelsea humbled Stoke City 7-0 and I thought, as a supporter of Chelsea Football Club, what emotions do you go through?
Winning title after title, cup after cup, players...
Screamworks: Love In Theory & Practice, Makes For...
So, I didn’t actually know H.I.M had released a new album, until I was pottering through the music channels and stumbled upon a song I had never heard before, entitled,’Heartkiller’, so I used my most trustworthy source for information, Wikipedia, /sarcasm.
So I rushed out and purchased the album, named Screamworks: Love In Theory & Practice, I loved their previous album,...
I left my wit in Nagasaki, along with my suitcase, shit!
Cycle.
Once again, I am awoken by a series of rhythmic beeps, each louder than it’s predecessor, I ask, ‘How can something that is no bigger than the hand that placed it there only 8 hours previous, be that loud.
My daily routine, oh so robotic, rivaling your life, oh so plastic.
The mirror, once my friend, now very much my own worst enemy, I often wonder who, or what is staring back at...
Beauty Is An Opinion, Luckily For Me, You Trust...
Those eyes that cry, that unwillingly bear his reflection,
You should live as the princess you are to me, not as the slave you are to him,
Let me unlock your heart, I promise, I will keep the key safe,
You should live as the prize rose, not the wilted, lifeless bouquet,
Those eyes that don’t cry, that only ever bear my reflection.