We are not islands

You can live, and be happy, inside your own mind only for a short time.

Fantasies become dreams: and leashed dreams are like a box filled with colour, never opened.

We are not islands.

When you release your heart to flight new opportunities seem born in every star; hopes sparkle and leaves glimmer and laugh with the sun; neon flickers on a rippling river running through a city of magic.

Ecstacy is found on another plane of existence: a plane that, when you arrive there, feels more real and more tangible than any basic human consciousness. It breathes with you.

We are not islands.

'I want so much more than they've got planned'

It's a good feeling when someone tells you that you've 'opened their eyes' to life and how to live it, just by doing what comes naturally to me.

'With your heart in the future and your head in the past: there's nothing in between that's going to last.'

Thank you Beauty and the Beast for the subject of this post. Thank you London for being stunning at night. Thank you Gods for being with me. Thank you music and thank you words...for releasing my heart and letting it fly.


I'm dreaming, seeing, traveling, breathing. I'm living.

'I can feel you getting closer'

I still believe in paradise

'For mine is a generation that circles the globe in search of something we haven't tried before: so never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite, and never outstay your welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience, and if it hurts - you know what? - it's probably worth it.

You hope and you dream, but you never believe that something is going to happen for you. Not like it does in the movies. And when it actually does you expect it to feel different: more visceral, more real.

I was waiting for it to hit me.

I still believe in paradise but now at least I know it's not some place you can look for, 'cause it's not where you go, it's how you feel for a moment in your life...

...and if you find that moment it lasts forever.

It lasts forever.'

Be

'Read more, learn more: change the Globe.'

The West - observing atrocity, drowning in apathy

If life is a radio

TURN UP TO TEN!

Pro-ana is the devil

Srsly.

Anyone who has a desire for anorexia is ignorant, lost and totally, totally stupid.

It is a disease.
It is barbed chains and muffled screams.
It is...well, I'm not in the mood to write poetry about it today.

Just...don't even go there.
Don't.
Do.
It.

Listen to the fucking theme song to your vain obsession and learn from it - 'ana wrecks your life.'

God bless America

'If God made man, they say,
Sam Colt made them equal.'

Take a bow

Yesterday we sat by the rivers of Babylon and drank drinks containing more artificial colourings than alcohol, we bought a canal boat, we adopted a cat (hi Midge, if you're reading this), made ourselves plastic raincaps from Iceland bags, saw an invisible boat, waved at numerous people and talked to midgets (sorry, people who are height impaired). Oh, and laughed the entire day.

I can't wait to get back to Wolverhampton on Wednesday. I can't wait to live there in general, the people up there are smashing.

Work soon so tally ho!

Jo and I have decided:

We're consistently inconsistent.

And that's what makes us losers.

And that's what makes us amazing.

Thanks life.

'Maybe there's a God above
but all I've ever learnt from love
is how to shoot somebody who ourtdrew you'