It's easier to hide. It's easier to think about how you could improve your life within the cocoon you make for yourself. Taking a chance is tricky. It proves you actually care about the result. Knowing it could go wrong, but pushing forward anyway. Staying within the safety of knowledge, the easy way to exist is stick to what you know, even if it makes you miserable.
You know you're better than this. You know you could fight the good fight and achieve everything that is within your power to be. But it's so hard, and the road is littered with traps and quicksand. You need to step lightly and decisively. You need to be sure. You need the belie
I promise to remember that time we all got locked out of your house and went outside in pouring rain to playfight instead.
I promise to remember walking along country roads just around Easterhouse and finding old buildings.
I promise to remember the time, on one of those walks, finding the old brewery and looking in the flooded basements for bottles of booze. And not finding any.
I promise to remember that even though you were into dance music, you loved the line form K's Choice "Virgin State of Mind" - Do you think I'm sexy? Do you think I really care?
I promise to remember we all made fun of your alien shaped head. Even you.
I promise
I've washed the last of the salty rain off. The warm water hits my goose pimpled skin and brings me back to life.
....breathe in....
...........breathe out...
....breathe in....
...........breathe out...
....breathe in....
...........breathe out...
I'm slipping down, slowly, slowly, thinking too much, and not thinking enough. I let all thoughts whirling round my head catch wing and fly away. The whys and wherefores can wait for another time. I don't care enough anymore.
It's only me now. The silence isn't deafening me. The water sings to me, a sweet melody created just for one. I flick my hands above my head, my fingers dancing in spr
Why is it okay to hate oneself but when you actually (shock horror) like yourself it's such a big crime? Really. When I see people (on-line and off) who say, "oh look at me, so DEPRESSED, I'm wearing black and just want to DIE!", it's just being goth, perfectly understandable, but when someone else says "oh look at me, so HAPPY, I'm wearing black and just want to LIVE!", it's a big problem! If you're depressed you're a "beautiful soul" (no, really), and if you enjoy life AND velvet, oh, you should hang your head in shame, you poser you!
I have been depressed, I am getting better, and I refuse to start wearing pink polkadots and dye my hair b
What to say? That hasn't already been said? I detest repeating myself, but the curse of too many profiles and a small imagination deems that necessary.
I live, I love, I learn.
I require daily beauty, a smile, a thought, a painting, a song. I'm in love with decorating the body in ink, but am scared of needles. I am a metal chick who knows the words to Britney Spears songs. I talk too much and yet people are still surprised with how little I tell them. I eat bananas. I draw stars, badly. I am fascinated with everything, until it bores me and I never think of it again. I hate talking on the phone for more than five minutes. I think make up can be art. I still think Bambi's mum just wanted a nap. I own more books than most charity shops (I should know, I've cleaned alot out!). I just threw away 12 pair of shoes I'd never wear again but am still mourning the loss. I've never learned to play the guitar. I can touch my eyeball. I think cola tastes better out of a glass bottle. I will never stop trying.
I will always reach for the stars.
Current Residence: Glasgow Favourite genre of music: as above! Favourite photographer: Ellen Von Unwerth Favourite style of art: Anything that makes me think - or just pretty for pretty's sake! Operating System: XP Pro for the win! MP3 player of choice: anything with batteries (now where have I heard that before...) Favourite cartoon character: Boo from Monsters Inc. Personal Quote: These eyes are not your eyes...
Favourite Visual Artist
Salvador Dali
Favourite Movies
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind & The Crow
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I love anything *I* can dance to and any lyrics I can fall in love with
Favourite Writers
Boyd/Brookmyre
Favourite Games
Anything where I can drive like a maniac and/or blow shit up
Working.
Then, hairdressers.
Feeling better that my much butchered hair (don't go to Flicks, is all I'm saying) was looking itself again, albeit a shorter version of it, the day seemed brighter even though it was overcast.
As I was walking up Union Street, two handsome men were walking down it.
We made eye contact.
I smiled.
So did they.
I let my gaze drift downwards.
They were holding hands.
Just two lovers, no big thing.
Just taking a stroll down a busy Glasgow street in the City Centre.
I looked back up, by now we were inches away from each other.
I smiled, a real, big smile that now that had nothing to do with my hair, the day
Yesterday I had a visit from NewArt, a company putting together a DVD for my Housing Association. Basically, they wanted me to talk about how I became homeless, and what led me to apply for the Partick Association. Of course, I wanted to talk about it, because recently, I've discovered I actually want to spread the word. Being in the position of having to declare yourself homeless isn't shameful, and it can lead to the most wonderful things, made all the more wonderful because you can't quite believe your luck will turn when life has beaten you down so low.
J.R.R. Tolkien called it the eucatastrophe. The sudden change of what seems utterly h
Ok, I've decided to pick out a few pieces of my personal blog as examples of my writing for a portfolio. So I would love some help. If anyone has a spare whatever, can you look through it and see what you think are the best examples? Either comment here or my blog. Thanks in advance if you can! (anything I've posted here, too, if you think it's good)
Oh, and criticism is always welcome too, of course!
Nicki
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