Grow up.

A lot of people call me immature, and they often tell me to grow up.

I know that doing stupid stuff can annoy people, but really who wants to hurry growing up?

I also know that some people are forced to grow up too soon.

I think that true love with another person takes a lot of growing up, but I'm still not in a rush.

There's a great pleasure in wearing socks with furry animals on them, socks made for 5 year olds.
I'm not gonna stop loving bouncy castles.
In my old age, I'll probably still be in my own little world.

The story of a good man.

Today I heard about a man who people thought was emasculated by his wife.
Then one day someone asked him why, and he said

My wife grew up in a broken family, her parents argued and her father was always drunk, she had to take care of three younger siblings. If she didn't tke care of them, and make sure it was all running smoothly, it'd all fall apart. Even now she thinks that, if she doesn't control everything it'll fall apart. It's impossible for anyone to control everything... but, she can control me. If I let her. So I do, to make her feel safe, that's my job, as her husband.

That's love.

Animals

I never knew why, but I've always hated humans as a race.
Animals in general behave the same way, not humans.
Some humans are monogamous, some the complete opposite.
Maybe it's cause as a race, humans are stupid. Individuals can be intelligent.

And why do I look at animals differently?
I compare people I know to animals in the way they behave.
I draw animals, and never draw humans, because where I see beauty in animals, I see ugliness in people.
There are few humans, which to me, can compare to the beauty of a fine animal.

Emotions

I was talking to Mufasa, and I cannot comprehend how he doesn't show emotion.
It isn't that he suppresses it, if anything he tries to show more emotion.

Mufasa, Shumba and King Julian all don't show it, and they're all strong. I've only ever seen KJ cry once in my lifee. The other two I've never seen. I know they feel, but why doesn't showing it come naturally?
It scares me. I never know what they think.

I always thought letting it out made you strong, 'cause though people know what your weaknesses are, people around you understood, they'll love you, help you.

And for the ones we love, we fight as the fiercest of all.

YESYESYES!

I GOT A NEW CAMERAAA! <3
Now all I need is a ukulele and I'm content.

Flattery gets you anywhere.

For me this always applies. People think I'm overexaggerating when I tell them this.
Seriously. Flattery makes me melt like warm nutella.

The Princess and the Frog.

This is officially my favourite movie.
It's about just being who you are,
Not having to change to be with someone you love,
Love is all you need,
Being a 'daddy's girl'
If you never give up, your dream will come true,
Never stop believeing in the one you care for.

I'm such a naive, soppy, squishy, creature ^_^

TIDAAAL WAAAVE!#

It's finally hit me.
I have to start revising.
It's serious this time, GSCE's.
I can't just go without.

My life depends on it !

I hate effort.

Mufasa.

I love Mufasa (yes, I am once again making up names for people). When I'm with Mufasa, I'm happy, I laugh, and nothing matters :)
The more I am with him, the more I love him.

That is all.

Pragmatic.

Oh I do dislike a pragmatic person. Who cares about practicality when it comes to love?

I believe that in life there will always be important things to do. Work, Exams, and the like.
But when we look back later, we'll know we would have done anything to be with that person who made us feel different, the person who was real.

Love comes first :)

Definition of 'sexy'

Sexy - A girl who is beautiful, but mean.

Truth?

So not many people know the truth of what I feel.
For anyone who wants to know.
Yes, I'm still in love with Giacomo, and I'm proud.

But people shout at me for loving him, tell me I'm stupid. ...You can't help how you feel.

I might act like I don't, but it's quite clear. I think you all know anyway.
I act like I don't towards him because he likes to hurt, probably because I hurt him too.

He acts so much I don't know what's real anymore. Logic and heart clouds what is true.
My instincts knoww that he did, once upon a time.

Childhood

When I was little, I spoke little. I dreamed up worlds of my own, and I didn't need anyone, because my mind could entertain myself.
I still am a dreamer.

I love who I am, I love well. I love how I look and how I see things.
Where I am may be bad, but who I am never truly changes and so where I am is easy to change.

I learnt I could manipulate. It was easy, so I did, and it was fun.
But I'm still growing up and I know it should be used in moderation.

We're all capable of chaos, and such things give us power. Power tastes good.

Blogging.

What I love about blogging, is that this is what I really want to say, but few people read it.
So few people know the real me, but then, not many people know the real anyone.

I conceal, because the truth hurts.
I manipulate, because I can. I don't even like it much.

People hurt others, and when you hide, its harder to get hurt.

Just average

How is it that an insignificant individual makes us feel what we can't to another?
Even if said individual is bad, or not our type, just average.

It seems like there's more to it.

Scissors for Leftys.

I'm left handed. People used to think that made you dangerous, wrong, evil.

There is a theory that being right handed was beneficial to us, when we weilded swords and spears.
We would use our right hand to hold our weapon, and our left to hold the shield over our hearts.

Left handed people throw themselves in, heart first :)

Different.

Predators are drawn to attack an animal that is different in some way. Hans Kruuk, whilst studying hyenas, found that putting paint on an animal guaranteed it would be killed in the next attack.
So is the power of difference.

The lesson is; Stay together. Stay the same.

But where's the fun in that?

Self Knowledge

"It's very rare to find genuine self knowledge. It's almost as if you need someone else to tell you who you are, or to hold the mirror up for you. Which, if you think about it, is very weird.
Or maybe it's not."

Ganja Necklace

Whenever someone (at present 'someone' always being a male) is greatly special to me, I give them a ganja necklace. Not because I like weed, in fact. I just happened to make a habit of it.

Why do we give special people our clothes, and trinkets? How can they mean so much?