I will be the change i want in the world

One suicide victim who committed suicide by jumping from the Golden Gate Bridge left behind a note saying: “I’m going to walk to the bridge. If one person smiles at me on the way, I will not jump.”
This makes me feel sick in my otherwise sturdy stomach. Too caught up in ourselves to see that someone else is hurting because of society, caught up to the extent it kills someone else. Someone none of us are familiar with, but killed without a smile.

When there's a million ways to be cruel, it really takes someone special...

How I wish you could see the potential
The potential of you and me
It's like a book elegantly bound
But in a language you can't read just yet

A soundtrack to my life

I find it funny that songs no matter how old can still blast through my speakers at the most unlikely of times and bring an influx of memories, ones that make me smile. And at the end of that 3:16 minutes I will feel as content as ever. Strangely enough i find particular songs show up in similar situations in life. For example- Fix You by Coldplay it'll be playing, somewhere, sometime; hours or days after any sort of Breakup. Well at least, it has until now and touch wood that because I've finally acknowledged this coincidence that it doesn't end. The lyrics of this particular song - " You never try, you'll never know just what you're worth" I sung them in year 7, and they gave me the courage to confront the boy I liked, it went nowhere, in fact he then went on to ask my best friend to the dance but it's only those memories that make me stronger and now I'm strong, they only make me smile. Not only is it this song but another whose name and specific lyrics escape me, however it as well appears at similar situations in my life. When I'm hidden away in my sheets crying over what the day had thrown my way. Funny enough this song often pops up; despite its age it's often on Nova and other such radio stations that I flick between. Coincidence, perhaps but I like how songs add meaning to my life and keep my memories safe.

Virus

Gradually picking me apart, aiming at my weakness like you would an arrow to a target; a virus has found its way into my life. Infecting things that I value, it slipped through my fingers and water washed descending from my eyes. The tears capsule with dirt streamed down my face and my pores tightened instinctively. This virus stung, and dug deep but with tightened pores the dirt started to dry and dust off my face, and with that, I conquered and I feel new again, new to conquer another level of life, seventeen.

p.s-

"Her heart fed his vanity, so he kept it in his pocket and painted the masks he wore with the dreams he found in her unconditional affection. He put her down softly. So softly that his dark words sounded like love songs. He held no mirrors in his soul and looked at himself reflected in her eyes, because in them he found his flaws erased. She loved him and he loved that she loved him, so he broke her heart slowly. He furnished the spaces inside her with quiet confusion and self doubt until his invisible flaws became her own. He remained perfect in her eyes"

You carved

You carved your life as you know it, out of my heart. I want it back, not only for completion but so i can see you stumble over uncertainty as i did.

http://www.youtube.com/user/perfumegenius

He can be described by nothing other than breathtaking.
I get so lost in his work.

I don't care what you say, I'm going to miss winter. The hot water bottles and excuses to cuddle. The extra body fat that we gain from chocolate and huddling by the fire, reading a book.

The green fields that will only die to brown, chocolate that will melt and fire that is banned. What does summer really have to offer but sunburn and hibernation for the fair skinned. No more letting your leg hair grow ( don't tell me you don't), no netball, no fires at parties.

Thank god for spring. Now, i don't mind that transition. Subtle, i like that. Springs the season of my birthday so naturally, it's beautiful. I love spring, it when the festivals start picking back up and the weather tends to offer best of both worlds.

And for the record, It's a month and seven days from today, until I'm seventeen!

bath time

What is it that makes showers more common than baths? Is it because it's easier, we're all too busy running around that we can't lie in a bath full of bubbles and just relax? perhaps because modern day homes have phased them out for spas and showers with two nozzles ( i never saw the point of them) or maybe, everyone's literally outgrown their bath tub, like myself.

Isn't that sad, that bubble baths are such a past time, our child hood. I know, that i for one, used to spend several hours in that tub, hot or cold water, I'd be eager to play with bubbles, and draw on the tiles with dads whiteboard markers. 2 x 2, 3 x 4, by the end of my baths the walls were covered with timetables. Boy, oh boy do i miss those bath time.

If you're bath is anything like mine, you can't quite fit without folding your legs up and still, you've body is never fully under water. The top of your knees tend to suffer most often while the rest of your body lies still in comfort. But still, no shower will ever fully replace my bath time.

It's a long weekend this weekend, i think i might run down to the shops, grab some bubbles and run myself a hot bath.
It's got to be what the doctor ordered.
I suggest the rest of you do it as well, wind down.