Wednesday [The Painted Finger Nails..]

i have the prettiest pink nails ever.

but thats entirely irrelevant.

guess what?

today i stumbled upon some pictures of you,

and i had a moment of realisation.

i don't remember what it's like to love you.

i don't remember what it's like to know you.

i don't remember what it's like to feel entirely useless and inadequate about everything i do.

because of you.

i don't remember the person who was in love with you.

and that, right there, is the most important thing ever.

she didn't know who she was aside from you.

she had no friends because you hated them all.

she was quiet, alone, shy and unconfident.

she stifled all her creativity because it made you feel less important.

she would have given the world for you, and never asked for anything back.

in fact, she almost did.

she was a good listener, but that was only because she didn't know how to talk.

how to tell you all the things that were on her mind.

how to tell you all the truths amongst all the lies.

she took photos and bought cameras because you did.

she couldn't draw, she couldn't write, she never knew the right things to say.

she bit her nails, which you were always complaining about.

and i?

i have the prettiest pink nails ever.

my peppermint, my sweetest thing, you'll never lose, cause i can't win...

Tuesday [The Synonym for Adventure...]

oh, hey..

today was crazy.

we built trees out of lego

they broke lots of times.

we had ice cream.

and bought new clothes.

we ate dumplings.

we danced around darling harbour.

we laughed a lot.

we watched pretty boys

and giggled a lot when they watched us back.

there's something entirely lovely and irreplaceable about girlfriends..

i'm glad i'm discovering this sooner rather than later.

we are dreamers. we are daring. we love to laugh and sometimes scream.

we have question. we want to believe.

we are the future.

we are girls.

Monday [The Voice...]

echo

come to me in the silence of the night;
come in the speaking silence of a dream;
come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
as sunlight on a stream;
come back in tears,
o memoy, hope, love of finished years

o dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
whose wakening should have been in paradise,
where sould brimful of love abide and meet;
where thirsting, longing eyes
watch the slow door
that opening, letting in, lets out no more.

yet come to me in dreams, that i may give
my very life again though cold in death:
come back to me in dreams, that i may give
pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
speak low, lean low,
as long ago, my love, how long ago!


christina g. rosseti


[you are amazing]

you can't hold me down forever, with a diamond and a tether...

Sunday [The Declaration...]

"Don't undertake a project unless it's manifestly important,
and nearly impossible."


-edwin land.