Person: Your music taste is shit.
Me: Shhh do you hear that?
Person: Hear what?
Me: It's the winds of me not giving a fuck
I mirror you in all that you do, How you move and what you wear. Every twist, turn, blink and twitch, Stumble, trip or fall. In perfect timing with you, I have no mind of my own. Merely A copy of the original, No sound leaves my lips, Although I imitate you perfectly. When you smile, I smile too, When you cry I cannot comfort you. I will forever be just this. Your double locked...
A Recipe for Revenge
A pinch a salt in their tea, An ounce of trickery. 1 roll of toilet paper, blocks the drain Clean it with their tooth brush, Drive them insane. 3 banana skins in their pillow case. Fart at the table, watch their disgrace. 2 AM alarm under their bed Conveniently you’re not at home, At a conference instead. A dash of word twisting And a dollop of persisting. Keep an...
Her soft satin leopard print skin, Wraps me protectively against the coldness of morning. She is the heart of any bed room, Warm to my touch, And happy to see me. She takes me in with open arms, My guardian in the night, Soothing my heavy head And droopy eyes. Like a mother she hugs me when Illness strikes, Cradling me to her warm breast. Pulling herself around me, Kissing my cheek in...
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The Usual Bitch About My Sister.
I woke today in a quiet house. So quiet that I thought I was alone. The thought of this made me smile, very rarely do I get the house all to myself these days. You can probably understand my disappointment when i walked down the stairs to my sister (16 years old) laying on the sofa watching CBBC MI High. Rather grumpily I asked her why she was watching CBBC, expecially when what was on was a...
What do you do when you miss your friend all the...
becka's mainland experience
Coming to u via my sisters phone. am decidedly not a morning person. i sulked on the hover and argued with my sister at home and on the bus due to being irritable and tired and them slept for most of the coach journey up to London. once in Victoria train station we Qued at the wrong ticket stand then when we finally did Que in the right the place the line was huge. them we walked to the platform...
my bloody mother.
I was at the beach, it was a stunning day. The sand a white / gold colour and the sea so crystal clear you could drop a penny and watch it fall miles blow the surface. I was beautiful. my hair shinning in the warm sun, my nails only just done. turquoise and sparkly with a silver swirl in the middle. to my side was a few guys playing volly ball with a lime green net and ball. one in particular...
I love you Becka :)
Hi, my name is Rebekah and I bummed your cat :)
Nice to meet you