I swear, she's lovely

But sometimes I look at her and think..
damn..she's the kind of chick that, were she born in America,
would have had a boyfriend who died fighting overseas for a stupid cause.
That kind of "Moron turned Hero by mass media" type character..a proper

And I can imagine her receiving the news of his death from his
Commanding Officer, and how his family got really close to her afterwards.
Almost adopting her. And how she never got engaged again, because she didn't want to taint his memory.

She's just so..proper.
Her humour is proper.

..

She's not funny.
At all.

It's funny how she tries so hard to be funny but fails miserably at it.
Every time.

Yet..she's one of those people that you can't help but love. I don't get it.
I want to laugh at her stupidity but I can't..she's just..too nice.

So very, very..nice.

The "Girl Next Door" part was written for her.
In a big budget musical, she'd be the blond, blue-eyed choir girl
you kind of remember.

Lovely, Nice and Plain Miss C.

Too bad you're so rotten.

Morphing

All my life I’ve wanted to be the kid who gets to cross over into the magical kingdom. I devoured those books by C.S. Lewis and William Dunthorn, Ellen Wentworth, Susan Cooper, and Alan Garner. When I could get them from the library, I read them out of order as I found them, and then in order, and then reread them all again, many times over. Because even when I was a child I knew it wasn’t simply escape that lay on the far side of the borders of fairyland. Instinctively I knew crossing over would mean more than fleeing the constant terror and shame that was mine at that time of my life. There was a knowledge – an understanding hidden in the marrow of my bones that only I can access ― telling me that by crossing over, I’d be coming home. That’s the reason I’ve yearned so desperately to experience the wonder, the mystery, the beauty of that world beyond the World As It Is. It’s because I know that somewhere across the border there’s a place for me. A place of safety and strength and learning, where I can become who I’m supposed to be. I’ve tried forever to be that person here, but whatever I manage to accomplish in the World As It Is only seems to be an echo of what I could be in that other place that lies hidden somewhere beyond the borders.

Charles de Lint

ICANNOTBARETHISICANNOTBARETHIS

I can't even look at you without wanting to kiss you.

Love me, love me, love me.

✌

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Substance over matter, mate. Choose wisely.

You look very Pretty
And undoubtedly, so does She;
But if you're Looking for an Adventure
Then You should Come With Me.

itakephotosofyou

In March of Two Thousand and Eight, Year of Our Lord, I managed to buy my first SLR Nikon.

This pretty little D60 has served me so very well.

But time has passed, I have learnt, I have grown, and I feel a change is due.
This has to be done as organically as tomatoes are grown by my grandmother
in her garden every other decade.
So the question is..what should be the next step? The vast and all knowing Internet has helped me compare and contrast models of amazing cameras:

The Digital SLR Guide

For all the praise I give them everywhere I go, the Nikon people should present me with the key to their factories, and let me choose the camera that fits my demands best.
Also, I should be allowed to take five different lenses to help get my creative juices flowing more often.
To seal the deal, they should give me a nice satchel in which to keep all of these items they so lovingly have offered to me.

For free.

Still, I am baffled by the variety of this company's products..I could do so well owning more than half of them. Alas, since I am but a mere Acting Student, I shall have to decide on just one. And in the end, I fear the eliminating factor shall be the pennies I would have to throw at them from my small, patched up pocket, and not the quality their magical black boxes posses.

Sixteen.

☼

Conditii de calatorie

8.1.1 Fiecare pasager are dreptul la maxim patru piese de bagaj de cala cu dimensiunile maxime de 100x80x30 cm. Incepand cu data de 25 Iulie 2011, taxa pentru transportul fiecarei piese de bagaj de cala este de 17 euro/bagaj/segment de calatorie in cazul in care bagajul este achitat la momentul achizitionarii biletului sau 30 euro/bagaj/segment de calatorie in situatia in care aceasta este platita in aeroportul de plecare, in cadrul formalitatilor de check-in/ticketing. Greutatea maxim admisa a unei piese de bagaj de cala este de 32 kg. Greutatea pieselor de bagaj de cala nu poate fi cumulata intre doi sau mai multi pasageri.

8.2.1 Bicicletele sunt acceptate la transport numai ca bagaj de cala in schimbul unei taxe de 25EUR/bucata/segment de zbor.

Urasc aceste reguli. Urasc aceste preturi. Urasc compania Blue Air.
Iubesc sa calatoresc. Ce ma fac?

Alone again, naturally.

I can be alone, yeah, I can watch a sunset on my own; I can be alone and I can watch a sunset on my own; I can be alone; I can watch a sunset on my own.

fuckinghellwhywillyounotcomebacktomesooner

I see these new photographic captures of your hometown shenanigans and I don’t like them. I don't like them ONE LITTLE BIT.


Just don't kiss anyone else, okay?

✂

Cut and Paste
My experience moving out of The Winston
And into Mr. Flowers' humble abode.
In a nutshell.

Three P.M. - Not exactly the stage I wanted to be at with packing up.

Five P.M. - Colour coordinated luggage.

Seven P.M. - Cameras safely positioned in boxes.

Sad times.

The loathed pub bedroom is now empty of almost all that belongs to yours truly.

One A.M. - Jake Flowers, here I am!

Two A.M. - Amazing "welcome to your new house" meal.
Bless Nadia Adnia Lamin and Jake Flowers for everything!

Savoury & healthy veggie crisps. Munchies won't get the best of us.

Part of Naomi McMorran’s amazing wardrobe.
Prior to her spending another three hundred pounds on clothes online.

Best bagel in town! Only bagel in town..

Shared bedroom. Good times. Bless.

♆

I’ve packed my bags so many times these last couple of years.
Moved from swamps to gardens with clear water ponds, from cold grey concrete to hot red bricks, from dark repressed souls that ate up all the magic of the world to bright smiling faces that have the power to recreate it. I now carry all of my past lives with me.

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Good morning, on July 7
Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours

A Fortune Without The Cookie

Mary.
Everything is simpler than you think it is.
All there is…is love.
Spread across all of us.
And all inter-linked.
You can see the love connections.
So let go.
Let go of who you are.
You are us.
We are you.
X.

Rory Campbell
2nd of July 2011

Edge of Darkness

I know what you did last summer..

You had a J in the Army Tent. And a beer in the trenches.

Wise Old Belgium Village Lady

Thought my name has been cleared.
Apparently not. Still not allowed to move or talk.
For my Debut piece, I'll be hoola-hoop-ing in my turquoise bikini and singing Papa Don‘t Preach, while a circus trained monkey pours honey all over my body and wild hedgehogs slowly lick my toes.

That’s what you get for keeping the craziness bottled up for so long.
Humankind will suffer.

The Two Of Us

We'd Go Together Like...

Sweetened Pancakes And Maple Syrup

Hummus And Freshly Baked Bread

Twisted Cheese Strings And A Piff

DIY

M83 We own the sky from Matei-Alexandru Mocanu on Vimeo.


Creativity makes me tingle.




Cast In Order Of Appearance:
Leanne Govier
Holly Elmes
Nathan Clarke
Abukar Osman
Jonny Kelly
Roger Parkins
Esther-Grace Button
Josie Catherine
Darren Gosling
Erica Bartrum
Josh Carter
Alistair Hoyle

Filmed on Canon 550d - 50mm 1.8
By Duncan Guymer
Unofficial Music Video

Recently, I've been down

I heard that you're settled down.
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
It ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face & that you'd be reminded,
That for me, it isn't over.

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I'll remember you said:
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead".

You'd know how the time flies.
Only yesterday was the time of our lives.
We were born and raised in a summer haze.
Bound by the surprise of our glory days.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face & that you'd be reminded,
That for me, it isn't over yet.

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I'll remember you said:
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead".

Nothing compares, no worries or cares.
Regret's and mistakes they're memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I'll remember you said:
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"