Tuesday, 29 May 2012

In the crook of your neck

It's nice when you are with someone and you find that small nooked haven just beneath their neck. And to lay your head on their warm muscle is very comforting. I don't know why such a spot makes an individual feel so at rest, however a sense of intimacy is created from that nook, and I suppose as you hear their heart beat, and feel their chest move up and down, a reassurance washes over you. Knowing that the are definately alive! In all seriousness though. It is very special.

Friday, 25 May 2012


It's funny how society makes us choose ours likes, our dislikes, our feelings and our wants and desires. Many thoughts are controlled by society and we believe because of that.

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Incandescently Aluminous

I first saw her in a field filled with fox gloves and nettles. She was tall and slender, her copper sunset hair fell to the nape of her neck, she wore an oversized white dress which was stained with poppy heads around the hips, as her knuckles were bleeding that day, and from the spinning in the field the blood had caught onto the fibres of the fabric and discoloured it with the colossal spectrum of red and brown. Her face showed sheer serenity and when she looked up into the burning sky her eyes would crease up, which deepened the desolate crow’s feet in the corners of either eye. At the same time the thin strands of hair pulling out of her head from the cooling breeze blocked sections of the suns aluminous rays, which sent iridescent shades of white through the openings and would give her this air purity, and as she raised her neck so that her profile was in line with the landscape behind her, her collar bones would jut out in a manner which suggested an un-healthy diet or grim case of bulimia. Still that day she looked nothing more than a free fawn, escaping into the wonders of the forest and overcoming its naivety as it discovered new levels of observation. With every cautious step she took, a visible sense of confidence would over wash her body, and her head would crane further to view the ocean of pink and indigo in which she swam through. I still remember how her freckles disappeared from the rapidly growing pink opaque glow that spawned through her cheeks when she blushed after I told her how beautiful she was and how her eyes were always engrossed during the stories I entertained her with that day. Even though she is gone now, I can hear the golden notes of her masculine chuckle and smell the sweet scent of roses that she had massaged into the bony grooves of her d├ęcolletage. 

Sunday, 20 May 2012

Be my Daughter

Good morning. Even though it feels fast the weeks have been going by slowly. What feels like a month has only been seven days, which is a horrible reality! But the main thing to be focused on is half term which is brewing itself up in the next fortnight! I think then I'll be able to take a small breather and be able to calm down a little. Because after that only three exams await me, which is nice. I spent a nice evening with my friends taking some promo-photos for them, and one of them introduced me to this intoxicating band called Daughter, which I must say is absolutely wonderful. And sounded even better with all the lights turned off in his room and the smell of insence stinging my eyes and nostrils. I think it's her slightly morbid tones and echoey vocals which really capture me.

Thursday, 17 May 2012

"And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair and un-wiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy." - William Golding, Lord of The Flies

Monday, 14 May 2012

Cheerful nostalgia

It's lush when music brings out that little sense of nostalgia in you! After purchasing some music for my Ipod collection I came across this band called Miike Snow. And it reminds me of Wychwood festival I went to where I saw Les Cadets, who seem to use the same guitar base as these guys, it also reminds me of this song which I adore called sea serpents by Babeshadow which have been on here previously aswell as the time where I saw Theme park at Underground festival last September. It's wonderful. And I cannot wait to experience it all again when I go to 2000 trees. All of this also reminds me how much I use to love this music. I think I'm going to focus on listening to this cheery tunage more often...

Sunday, 13 May 2012


I love it how carboot sales reliquish this desire inside of you for things you never thought you needed. Bottles, cameras, boxes, paintings. They're all in my room and most likely all from carboot sales from some time or another. I just seem to have this fascination with cramming as much debris into my room as possible. And apart from being un-deniably tiny, my room is also hugely filled with wonderous junk which I can't bare to part with. This is the same for my wardrobe. I opened it to put odd ends of clothes in there which were strewned across my bed, and I realised that I struggled to cram the other pieces in because of this dissaray which I was faced with! Being an only child I tend to get more than lets say one with 'housed' siblings. However it's getting to the point where I just have too much stuff, and my room is starting to look like a sorcerers' cave from some fucking Disney film...

Sunday, 6 May 2012


The sun is coming out, and I can't stop listening to my 'Portamento' vinyl by the Drums. Currently this is my favourite song on it. I went to go and visit my home-dawg Ali yesterday after his week of having chicken pox, he looked pretty spotty I may say, but it was a wonderful day. However we did sleep for a chunky proportion of the time. I just think I was pretty exhausted from prom the previous night and well, he's just a lazy fuck! I'm feeling the heat of exams, and of the summer sun. I just think I'll be welcoming the sun more than exams... Oh-well, can't be helped.

Piece done by Amy Ross