I am here

This is where I am staying at the moment. It's so beautiful I'll just need to post a proper entry about it sometime, but for now this is a sneak preview of Scotland through my eyes!

I'll be back home on Thursday night, but perhaps I'll have time to fit in another short photo-post before then.

In the meantime, adios!

rain!

Where's the sunshine gone? 
It's gloomy and raining, but the air smells of wonderful soil and damp and spring!
Though I would like it to be sunny, if it was I could run around on the beach and go out rollerblading to soak up some rays.

In other news, I'm off to Scotland on Thursday. Time for an adventure, I dare say.


Cheerio <3 

itsy bitsy things

Hello pretty people, 

Sorry about my super long absence but now it is summer so I've been out and about a lot making my feet crack by walking barefoot on hot rock and dehydrating my skin with salt and sun. This pleases me.

Today I drew two little pictures, I hope you like them; they are only worth as much as the reception they get. 

But it doesn't matter really, because they were fun to make and I think I'll be pinning them to my wardrobe later.

 

 

I've also made a crazy amount of bracelets in the past couple of days, and I'm now experimenting with earrings. 

Perhaps these will be for sale soon.

I'm totally in the mood to write something, maybe a poem, or something resembling one. But I should go buy my bunny some food instead, because there's no more left and he's probably rather hungry.

So bye now!

tea + jeans

Forgive me for the two posts in one day. I'm meant to be studying but instead I've spent all morning running around my room in jeans a bra and red high heeled shoes singing and lying about and dancing and drinking mug after mug of mint tea and listening to jazz and nouvelle vague and painting my nails and being well, generally useless.


But here is a little poem thing I wrote a while ago. (Though I'm not sure it's a poem at all).
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the rogue star

The wild child runs barefoot and free and dances for the breeze.
No-one will notice.

The sticky sluice beckons.

Oh, summer.
salt caked sun baked skin
blistered lips
chapped feet
steaming concrete
haze
haze
haze

And I'll lie on the rocks,
saline-smooth and smouldering in the sun.
I'll lie; singed skin to ground, sipping pale rust and letting its electric flood my chest as I drink in the crush of summer's static sky.


Overnight,
the chocolate melted.

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I really want summer to arrive properly. (This is not part of the poem).

Bye bye now!