I hope you find yourself one day.

"You know what I says, I says Smile. I says put on your brightest knickers, and I mean on your head. I say if drugs make you happy take them, take them all, OD, Hate life, then at least when your back on track life will be better then ever before.
I says draw on permanent texta on all your books, I says hide all your savings in your magazines then forget and throw them out, I says laugh about it, laugh about fucking everything, laugh about your friends boyfriend cheating on her, laugh about breaking your leg, laugh about death, laugh about every single thing in this universe, you might be in the shittest mood ever created but it will make you feel better.
I says fuck friends, not physically but just fuck them, they wont always be there for you, theyll all get jealous if you get something good and they all wanna see themselves be better then you, you might have a big heart but loves the world, fuck zee friends, the best friends in the world are the strangers. I says make signs of what you believe in and sit in a city you know no one and smile. I say write whatever zee fuck you want, wherever the fuck you want.
I say love every one you want to, they might not love you back but who cares, burn their house down if they dont love you it will be fun, i promise. I says do whatever you wanna do, believe in whatever you wanna believe. Some days I think God created me on Earth as a female version of Jesus, Seriously, then other days I sober up and think, Hmm, damn, Jesus didn't take drugs, there goes me.
I says walk around wherever you want naked, Adam and Eve did it! I says screw believing other religions, make your own! I says drugs are bad, but even I dont listen to myself. I says fuckk everyone who talks shit, I says world peace. I says say wrong, but I like it. I say experiment with your sexuality its all a freakin gift, I says have love for the world, have peace for yourself, never stop imagining and create a life that you wouldnt want anyyyy otherrr wayyyy!
I says all this, but this is me, Be the you that people wanna fall in love with, tell me you wanna blow up a school, Don't worry I'll love you always"

- March Roze

with the wind blowing through her hair.

just a quick one today - i'm a little tired from today going to altona with the boyfriend and getting up at EIGHT O'CLOCK on a school holiday morning but whatever.



lately at night im always finding myself up here in my room, cuppa tea in hand, wearing boyfriends jumper, on the phone and listening to jack johnson.
love it.
but shit i need a night out soon!

my eyes are spazzing on me so i better bounce,
peace x

5:27pm.

5:27pm.
saturday.
ipod.
numb fingers.
shivering.
sitting here for almost 3 hours.
strange mood, chill but inspired?
hence the thoughts down there.
hungry.
im happy but i don't feel like talking to anyone.
back hurts.
and bloody hell, its absolutely freezing at the moment.
drinking tea.
boyfriends jumper keeping me warm.
lifeeees good :)
peace x

thoughts.

When was the moment you stopped smiling at your own reflection only to stare at your every thought of a flaw.. of what you don't think is 'pretty'?
They can all tell you you're pretty, you're hot, you're flawed or you're nothing... but I dont care what they say...
I might not be anyone special, but I hate to see you frown over something so wrong...You are beautiful. Inside. I see straight through the mask you wear.
Your body might be your shell, but why hide? You're the real type of beautiful, not the one that’s so misused in this corrupted day.
This right now is your life. This moment. Your life is not the memories you keep within your mind, nor is it the feelings you feel for the ones you love or the friendships you have. This moment, is exactly it.
Your life is not yesterday, or the day before that, Your life is not even tomorrow. It is still, you, reading this, right now. Your life is not what you live, it is who you are.
The girl you are inside that you once saw and believed in so much in those now so empty eyes. The girl that hides herself from the world through a face of makeup and a smile that she hopes to be accepted for as ‘their’ type of beautiful with your clothes, your hair, your choices...
Because that’s when you think you’ll be beautiful isn’t it? When that boy looks at you with prying eyes, up and down..
Does that really actually make you feel pretty?