Friday

moving out

since flickr has rudely limited my photos to only 200 and since blogspot doesn't do me any justice, i've decided to permanently move here.

feel free to stalk me over there.

Wednesday

tin

just like in the story, i needed a heart.


had to settle for this one.

Sunday

the perfect drug

man, i wish i was wasted right now. bet that would make everything better.



posting here does make me feel better about myself.

Monday

you hardly know me

until i get my stuff back, you can stalk me here

Sunday

treasure

... within you.



special thanks to lara and her awesome fairy tale hair.

Monday

snip

i feel like cutting someone up with my little scissors.

Tuesday

long way home

seen loads of road kill during that trip.


mist

vision still blurred


Friday

mine

just turning another hotel room into something private


Tuesday

homework

more t


i actually got a A- on these

Friday

unclear

i can't really see straight right now. all of yesterday's makeup is in my eye.

Sunday

i miss

home is where the heart is
and my heart is definitely not here.




bottled up sea side is just a temporary solution.

Saturday

our nights


last summer's parties

Sunday

back to basics

i've learned my lesson. no more words, just pictures from now on.


winter is here.
and you, stop stalking my blog!

insecurity

uncertainty.maybe i think too much. i remember the days when the light was too dim and the house was too quiet, so inviting to over thinking. yes, the light was dim. it was blue. now it's gray. the shadows have come back to my room to taunt me when i try to sleep. my eyelids are playing tricks on me again. i can't sleep anymore. how am i supposed to solve this when my bed was left unmade from my last ordeal. i foolishly thought it was gonna make itself. it didn't.

what now?

Monday

jaded

worn out. stained. polish me and make me brand new.

Saturday

who loves the sun

i don't. go away pesky sun light!

Sunday

loosing my head

i almost forgot how loosing your head feels like, but lately it came back to me. and not in a good way. words don't mean much to me but right now i feel like i can't hold it in anymore. i've held it in since i can remember and i need to spill it out somewhere. why can't the whole world go away?


but i'm a girl and i can hold it in forever.

Saturday

home pt. II

found it.maybe

Thursday

home pt. I

forever and eternally,
the cliffs around the crashing sea