Buildings

There are people in my life that inspire me, lift me up and make all my fuck ups the most hilarious stories ever told. My buildings are strong because of them.

And just like buildings I take them for granted. I don’t think about how warm or safe I am. How long it took to build or how strong it is. I just come and go as I please.

Just like they do…

What a wonderful home we have built

Memories

I steal hope from my memories.

As if the present would still be as it is if the past were still alive.

It’s loose screws, creaking floorboards

it’s old familiar scent like an old book’s.

It whispers gently through strands of my hair

and in between the hours of the day it offers sweetness from your good soul.

It must mean something if the ache is so swollen.

It must mean something if the thought still dances behind my eyes.

It must mean something if despite everything the craving still fits neatly in between two fingers.

It must mean something.

It must.

 

I tell myself everyday.

 

And I wish for it.

I wish for it with every fibre of my being,

the wallpaper, the road we would turn off,

the light through the cracks in your curtains.

The memories click and judder into movement,

spitting hot ambers as they remember how they were

and How they itch to be alive

at their centre I sit

It must mean something.

It must.

 

I tell myself everyday.

 

 

Colours

We all get so caught up in the immediacy of things
We forget about how it spills out in all directions
Granted it’s easier to think abruptly
But if we constantly think like that then we are painting the world in black and white
Hiding its beautiful and descriptive colours
Black and white is so hard
If you think in such stark thoughts
then you miss out on so many colours

I’ll help you diet- I’ll eat that cake

I’m boycotting the media. I’m fed up of seeing the body misrepresented like it is. It doesn’t help knowing these ‘beauties’ with that particular shine sitting on their skin, are in fact airbrushed. It still says to us normies ‘this is what you should strive to be, it might be doctored, but it’s only doctored because this is what we want, and it’s what you want’.
I definitely have brought these insecurities on myself because being a person who likes to get enthralled in things, I have been reading and looking into people who spend their lives chasing that perfect body. You know the ones who eat egg whites for breakfast. I can’t imagine they have no life, though for someone like me who can’t juggle getting a hair cut and making a sandwich in one day without getting confsued, let alone work, a social life, exercise AND diet all at the same time, I breathe in this alien concept and choke on it.
It’s not the people that choose to get buff and possess the strength to throw cars around if they wanted to that upset me though, that was just a tangent. We have different priorities- if they don’t eat the cake, there’s more cake for me (: It’s this horrible pressure society puts on people without realizing. I can’t speak for everyone, but I certainly feel when everything is going down the shitter, it wouldn’t be half as bad if I was thinner.
We live in a world where the rules of weight are warped. The skinny girl will get the job over the larger girl. Adele is ‘curvy’ not overweight and an anorexic supermodel who has spent the last few years bringing awareness to the disease DIES and hardly anyone knows.
Isabella Caro was 28.
We should all know her name.

Thanks fashion
Thanks media
Thanks society
Thanks a fucking lot