I haven't written in so long.

I don't feel like there is anything left in me. I have nothing left to write, nothing left to say.

It was scary watching you slip through my fingers.

It's scarier watching my creativity go too...

The perfect quotes.

"The way to get over you isn't by hooking up with some random guy or pretending like we didn't happen.

You and I loved each other. And then you broke my heart. I've been doing everything possible not to face that fact.

I'm going to kiss somebody some day. And when I do, it will be for me.

Good-bye Chuck."

"It's no use to deny the past. Chuck is a part of me, he will always be. It just hurts so much."

Abbey Lee makes me happee.

Romance Was Born – Spring/Summer 2010/11

Tallulah rocks these looks.

Ohh Kaya

I think I need to turn this into a Kaya Scodelario blog. I am in love.

Up

I just want to see all the beautiful things in the world.

Pandora Moon

“Some days are disasters,that you wish could just end.
Other days are bastards, just like a bad boyfriend.
But it makes me feel much worse than this,
to see your face marked with a frown,
i’m not telling you to smile but don’t be down.
Don’t be down my friend,
don’t do your wrist any harm.
You don’t belong on a funny farm.
And i fancy you in a party dress,
Not in a hospital gown.
I’m not telling you to smile but don’t be down.”

Skins

"She was four years old the first time she beat me at hide and seek.

Four.

I was looking for her for hours. When I finally found her she just smiled.

You know, that Effy smile that means “you don’t know me at all, you never will”.

See that’s a kind of magic. She’s so good at concealing things, hiding, avoiding.

I do know her.

And I know that she has got so much love in her heart.

But the thought of letting it out, showing her cards, scares her to death.

I never knew it would be possible to miss someone this much."

The Orange County

I have been getting into Season One of 'The OC', and falling in love with the fun (not so much the fashion) of 2003 all over again.

I used Google images to check out what everyone is doing now, although I already know Mischa Barton has had about as much good press lately as Lindsay Lohan.

And just so none of you have to do the aforementioned research yourselves, I thought I would post the pictures that I uncovered on my blog. Who would have thought that 'Summer' would become the most fashionable seven years later.

Lovely

One day we'll lay here

Tied in a knot

Our bodies are still

And the sheets will be hot

They'll come soon to find us

And when they arrive

The people will see

We're no longer alive

We died here together

In my double bed

The blankets all covered

In patches of red

Make me like Momsen

ihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyou

There are so many thoughts, too many. They swim, they weave, they duck and climb and claw and crawl and clench and consume.
But there is one thought that sits still amongst the chaos. From far away it looks like someone has used a bold typeface on it and maybe it's not important, goodness, maybe it's a mistake, maybe it isn't supposed to be so rigid and so thick and so attention seeking.
But it is bold for a reason, it sticks out for a reason.
And fuck I love you. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.
But those hands, they're all over her. And sometimes she looks like me. The hair and the skin. But nothing else. Different body, completely different. It doesn't matter though, she isn't me.

And your hands are on her.

It's a dream, I know it's a dream because I wake up and you're lying next to me and I know you belong to me.
I hate you. Not because you're rude or you're mean, but only because I don't have your body or your clothes or your voice or your telephone number or your history. And maybe, because I don't have those things, maybe I wont be good enough one day.
And because of that I fucking hate you.

You told me I was 'starry eyed'.
Isn't it funny the way strangers see you.
By strangers of course I mean people who assume they know you.

The girl with her boobs out in a photo.
The girl paying attention meticulously in a lecture.
The girl drinking and dancing more than she needs to.
The girl being creative in her spare time.
The girl who wants to be as cool as her bestfriend.
The girl with the tattoos that you don't like.
The girl who puts her opinions in her facebook status.

They aren't starry eyed. They're only pretending they are.
Like me.