nail art!
nail art!
New year! pah! humbug!
i really dont see the big ‘to do’ with new years. everybody gets drunk and make resolutions and promises they wont remember. even if you dont get drunk you find yourself doing the same thing. i would like to know at least one genuine person who is actually turning over a new leaf. actually thats something i wish for the new year. is to actually find more genuine type people. last year was kind enough to point out some fakers. but still, trying to get into the swing of things, i did make some resolutions. mine how,ever, arent long term. this year i made sure i can actually complete my goals.
1.start nail art as a hobby (half done already)
2.clean my room (done today)
3.keep my room clean (ok this one might be far fetched but i am doing better)
4.perfect baking skills.
5.have fun!
there simple and easy. challenges seem to come with me needing to make them up so we will se whats up later int the year. i hope everyones year prooves adventurous!
Handpainted nebula wedges heels (by Alexandra Sophie)
i want these shoes! they’re also a great idea for nail art
I love food.: things to be happy about
manners being the happy ways of doing things
baking your own pound cake
sunny weddings
tins of homemade Christmas cookies
wanderlust
looking at everything and everybody around you as though you’re seeing them for the first time
your own hammock
stopping to think about how you wish it could…
Davy Jones Locked
Davy Jones Locked.
All life around seems dead and dark.
All colour fades to black.
Everyone seems zombified
And hearts just don’t beat back.
I’ve locked my heart up in a chest.
But I’m still not captain of my ship.
Maybe I should give the sea my life
And be Davy Jones locked instead.
With map a blank and compass spinning.
My mind repeats the same.
Are these friends I hear behind me?
or voices coming out to play.
I’ve locked my heart up in a chest.
But I’m still not captain of my ship.
Maybe I should give the sea my life
And be Davy Jones locked instead.
There is no road.
Just flecks of memories
Carried upon the waves.
Am I truly lost or can my wreck be salvaged?
I’ve locked my heart up in a chest.
But I’m still not captain of my ship.
Maybe I should give the sea my life
And be Davy Jones locked instead.
i dont know who created this but i love it
not to be or to be or just not be at all….
To be, or not to be—that is the question: Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. To die, to sleep—No more …bblah blah blah . . but maybe hamlet was onto something. when your stuck at a crossroad (like i am now) there are so many questions and maybes and ifs …its hard to actually know what you’re suppoesed to do and where you’re supposed to be. there’s people trying to mold and make you and others tying you down. but maybe thats your purpose? to be there for others. but surely you can still be your own person right? and life is supposed to be the journey to find yourself. but with out people and experiences how do you learn and grow? maybe life is just catch 22. and our purpose is to try and find a loop hole that works? ……maybe … . .
- are we human because we gaze at stars, or do we gaze at stars because we are human?
i make these …proud moment right there …oh the satisfaction of being able to succeed at a loved past time
taken myself . . upside down and flash :)
confusion in morals
- when you cross a boundary how does it feel. . . i dont feel guilty . . i should . . but i dont . . .personal boundaries you think you will always be strong enough to keep but when you get the chance and the cuiousity arises what do you do? my heart always over rules my head. and in this case my head even remained silent. was it a discovered love or and wanted lust that drove me to cross the line. and now i will forever be its slave
this is what i would imagine calypso to look like . . or what i’d want her to look like
my life
Life seems so ho hum atm . . i have too much time to think about what do to with ones life. fantastical thoughts can only get you so far. and walking through the forest can find you walking in circles. when the prophecies of ‘great things to come’ are still on its way and when the grand ol duke and his men are niether up nor down. there is neither pleasant views nor great challenges ahead and to top it off its raining. all i can find to do is write enjambment filled nothings on pages i cant hold. sure i saving trees but if the internet suddenly no longer exsisted id be screwed. theres no princes no steads but i feel like i’m in a tower surrounded by villians and monsters. some arent to hard on the eyes but the intentions are the things that hurt. i might turn dark for a weeek or to and see how things go
