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Channeling my inner Pocahontas with leaves, leaves and a few book leaves!
My old apartment lease expires in two days, and I’ve been getting super sentimental about it. I’m leaving behind nothing in the way of furniture (or even dust, for that matter), but I am leaving behind a lot of memories - in
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age - childhood is a state of mind. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay
I’ve absolutely loved being a kid again today in my cardboard armour!
But if I'm being honest, and I
(flashback from my 365s)
"Strange, how we decorate pain." - Margaret Atwood
The Decorator 🎨
I'm now in the last month of this project, and the past couple of days I've been thinking about it coming to an end - excitement in thinking I'm actually gonna complete this and have free
This place is such a magical one to me -when I first peeked through the dusty glass panes last year, I was so surprised to see a pink wonderland of flowers in front of my eyes! Camellias bloom through the winter, which I think is so poetic. I love the idea of a flower that doesn’t mind the cold, tha
"Even amongst the fiercest flames, the golden lotus can still be planted." .
These are the words engraved into Sylvia Plath's headstone, a few hundred meters from where I shot this photo. This month has been a heavy mixture of grief and heartbreak - coming to terms with the loss of my furr
After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. You learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning,
and company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts, that presents aren’t promises; and you begin to accept your defeats with
There are never really endings - happy or otherwise. Things keep overlapping and blur, your story is part of your lover's story, which is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.
Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon, or a wo
Building My Wings 222/365
If we listened to our intellect we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go in business because we'd be cynical: "It's gonna go wrong." Or "She's going to hurt me." Or, "I've had a couple of bad love affairs, so theref
Tonight I drove home, and sat in my car after I parked up, and listened to "Drift" by Kim Janssen. I felt so far away from all my previous troubles and sadnesses, I felt so peaceful in my head - like it would be disruptive to my peacefulness to even come up with a good analogy to
Somehow, the women learned to say: That's my depression talking. It's not "me".
As if we could scrape the colour off the iris and still see.
This morning I woke up at 8.30am (! without an alarm - this is unheard of for me) and looked outside my window, only to be
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone – and then, to actually forget – can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful animal who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.
- Maggie Nelson, “Bluets”
I've been spending some quality time with my inner
It was when I stopped searching for home within others
and lifted the foundations of home within myself
I found there were no roots more intimate
than those between a mind and body
that have decided
to be whole.
- Rupi Kaur
Right after taking this, I slipped on some mud in the way som
187/365 Busy day today - had a dance themed shoot at Hallam Mill, so I dug out this ballerina tutu for my 365! Needless to say, my dance moves are rusty and will require honing over the festive period
Today's mince pie count: 6
I am feeling so much better in my head since last week, the emotional
Uploading late again, sorry!! I've decided to write different descriptions on flickr to the ones on Instagram and FB, sometimes I feel a bit too influenced by the eyes of friends on there, I'd like to be able to be a bit more honest so flickr seems like the place to do it!
SO I've had the
Sorry for being so MIA on here, flickr! I've had a rotten few weeks, bottom of the barrel type stuff. I could feel the depression dog nipping at my ankles, and for someone who has never experienced truly unrelenting lethargy, hopelessness and constant lack of energy it really has thrown me off guard
Don't lose your head, girl, or those stars kept up inside
Remember how you climbed those ladders with your mind to pluck them from the skies?
Well, they're yours now.
Turn off the light, girl, let them show you the way.
I know your head feels heavy
but heaviness isn't here
to stay - you know this
A little protection 163/365
Feeling bloody grateful for the wonderful set of friends I've got - and anyone who lends themselves as umbrellas for the emotional weather we all find ourselves in the midst of! Let's all hug one of these people today. They're the best.