Wednesday, May 26, 2010

skinny bitch.


id rather be dying to be thin than give up and get fat. i would rather support control to the brink of neurotism than lazyness to the brink of obesity. does this make me delirious? does this make me offensive? does this make me ignorant? i dont think so. its an equal of two evils. its my choice.

fiction.


i cannot fathom life without a good book. its a dealbreaker for me. how could someone possibly be okay without some good literature snug on a shelf or on a bedside table?
my favourite books mean more to me that some of my friends do. its so easy to float into a dream world or escape into a better one when reading.
douglas adams has to be one of my favourite authors. another favourite book of mine of all time is the french children's story "the little prince". here are some lovely artworks and excerpts from both.

"Where are the people?" resumed the little prince at last. "It's a little lonely in the desert..."
"It is lonely when you're among people, too," said the snake.


"What makes the desert beautiful," says the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well."

All grown-ups were children first. (But few remember it).

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

"`You know,' said Arthur, `it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die from asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young.'
`Why, what did she tell you?'
`I don't know, I didn't listen.'"


Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.

Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the drug store, but that's just peanuts to space.

perfect ?



we all put up a fence, not to protect us, but to see who else could possibly be strong enough or witty enough to break it down. we hide behind a mask so that the world cant see it when we are vulnerable, and we cover up our tracks so that we have nothing to regret. but what happens when we want to break our own walls down? what happens when being lonely gets too lonely and we are so used to hiding from the truth we cant open up?

Monday, May 17, 2010

insomnicakes.



i have decided i would make a wonderful old person. i wish i lived in the sixties. to hell with feminism and the working world. i want to stay home and bake and knit and drink tea. modern society is bloody overrated. well. its late. i should be doing my uni homework but a bright pink box in my cupboard caught my eye. and well. i decided to bake some lovely little cuppycakes instead. napoleon can wait, its time for a midnight snack :)


Sunday, May 9, 2010

wisdom.

in the beginning the universe was created. this upset alot of people and has been widely regarded as a bad move.
- douglas adams.

fairytales.

when did someone wake up and say "ah ! we shall make the week seven days long, and we shall work all but two of those days! " and why did we all agree? im all for the three day long weekend.


come to think of it, who invented time, and why are we all so addament to follow it? perhaps it is 12.30 am now, but who decided that, and why do i have to follow it? i suppose its common interest or nothing would ever get done. but i would like some of this time i keep hearing about. seams like its all slipping away without a trace. think about it. how much time do we actually genuinely spend on ourselves these days? less the eight hours at work, less the two hours in traffic, less the six hours of sleep we are lucky to get, less the remainder of hours we spend making ourselves smarter to impress others, making ourselves look better to suit others, and the time we actually spend with others, really. whats left?

photographs.



been away for a bit. writer's block. here are some delights for the meantime. not all are mine, because the camera i own is a dreadful old hunk of junk. new one soon? im hoping. xx



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