
Saw this in a shop the other day. Ew. Ew. Ew.

Saw this in a shop the other day. Ew. Ew. Ew.

Always nice to see some clear skies between the dark clouds….
Silly you.
Silly you, indeed.
Everything is noted down.
I write. Writing is therapeutic for me. It’s my way of working through events. It’s my way of never forgetting.
So if you thought time would erase all that happened, then you are sorely mistaken.
And I am forever lost within my own mistakes.
I hate my blog.
What was once a place for me to write anything that required more than 140 characters has become the place where all my darkest thoughts are kept.
A place that I can’t bear to look at anymore.
“can anybody hear me? Is anyone out there?
I’ve fallen and i’m broken down, i’m dying over
If anybody’s listening, i hope you hear my cries
‘Cause my will to live is wearing thin, i’m running out of time”
These lyrics always amuse me.

can you see the sky turn red
as mornings light breaks over me
know tonight we’ll make our bed
at the bottom of the sea♪

Weirdly shaped pancake…

We’re not really sure what happened, but when we looked in the oven part of our pizza had turned into a mountain…
If you never push yourself how will you ever know your own limits?