Last night I had a crazy dream that I pulled my face to pieces, snapping my skull into little bits and throwing them over my shoulders. Then, once my head was gone, I reached through the gaping hole that was my neck and pulled out my skeleton and then I woke up.

I wish I could say

Keeping my hands busy.

I hadn't cleaned my room since Halloween - my floordrobe has been converted to a neat drawer system.

I've included a before and after, they're just somewhat muddled. Here's a hint - the messy one is before ;]

Charles - Diana - 1981

photo credit: these girls <3

Sooo last night I couldn't sleep. I took a standard table knife and started hacking up my old black jeans, I have removed Pikachu and the tacky blue lightning bolt I put there when I was in year nine. It's been so long since I got these jeans and they still don't fit... seriously? Fuck my life. I think I'll go kill myself now.



Nahh but really... breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Fingers crossed.

And my toes.

Let me tell you a story.

photo credit - www.sprego.com

It began in black and white, and it really was that simple.

A greyscale girl woke up in a greyscale world. She never believed in fairies and she never believed in colour, she never saw either so she never had any reason to.

Nothing happened for a very long time.

She grew up. She was a stay at home mother, her husband didn't love her and her kids were ungrateful. It's not like she wasn't beautiful or clever. They just never loved her and she never loved them.

Then one day she sat up straight in bed, very early in the morning. Her husband snored gently next to her - oblivious.

She saw the world in colour and it was beautiful, and she was happy.

And then she died.

It's not meant to make sense.

ooooo*

I just think they are really pretty.