Ziska (Reykjavik)
Sara Blake
Emma Lofstrom
Sophie Stevens
Keith Tyson, Fooled by Randomness
Triangles and Animals very in right now...
Especially dear (antlers and all) wolves, owls, bears
Thursday, 15 July 2010
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
AAARRRGGGGHHH!
It hurts so much.
The pain will never go away.
Longing for someone is like being clostrophobic.
You're stuck in a room with no doors no windows, NO way to get out.
Because he's never going to come back.
TRY and wrap your head around that.
Took me 4 years to be able to put that into words.
And theres about 2934872398742 different other ways i feel about my brother being murdered to put into words.
Today is 7th July 2010. 5 years since the london bombings.
Today is shit. The day i lost phil, big brother.
My amazing big brother. We had plans, and they were taken away from us!!!
The pain will never go away.
Longing for someone is like being clostrophobic.
You're stuck in a room with no doors no windows, NO way to get out.
Because he's never going to come back.
TRY and wrap your head around that.
Took me 4 years to be able to put that into words.
And theres about 2934872398742 different other ways i feel about my brother being murdered to put into words.
Today is 7th July 2010. 5 years since the london bombings.
Today is shit. The day i lost phil, big brother.
My amazing big brother. We had plans, and they were taken away from us!!!
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Excrutiating pain, spreading.
Tomorrow is July 7th.
Tomorrow is the 5 year anniversary of the london bombings.
Tomorrow is the 5 year anniversary of the day i lost phil, my big brother.
I've been dreading this day for weeks.
While still feeling this excrutiating pain,
on the news there's an investigation looking for a murderer.
And a terrorist investigation.
I wonder why I never want to watch the news.
Because I can't even manage my own families pain or my own.
It maybe selfish but I don't want to feel worse about things i can not do anything about.
I know it's going on but I don't want it brought to my attention even more.
These years are going by but all i feel is the pain spreading from my heart.
Time is no healer.
Talking isn't going to help.
NOTHING will change what has happened.
Which unfortunately means it's not going to get better.
Tomorrow is the 5 year anniversary of the london bombings.
Tomorrow is the 5 year anniversary of the day i lost phil, my big brother.
I've been dreading this day for weeks.
While still feeling this excrutiating pain,
on the news there's an investigation looking for a murderer.
And a terrorist investigation.
I wonder why I never want to watch the news.
Because I can't even manage my own families pain or my own.
It maybe selfish but I don't want to feel worse about things i can not do anything about.
I know it's going on but I don't want it brought to my attention even more.
These years are going by but all i feel is the pain spreading from my heart.
Time is no healer.
Talking isn't going to help.
NOTHING will change what has happened.
Which unfortunately means it's not going to get better.
Sunday, 4 July 2010
London Gay Pride 2010
Yesterday I went to London gay pride.
I hadn't been in 3 years.
The weather was amazing.
I had a great time.
Was abit over whelming for a while because my brother should have been there.
My heart hurt.
I hate homophobics.
I think i may like to do my project on LGBT (lesbian, gays, bi-sexuals and transgender)
I hadn't been in 3 years.
The weather was amazing.
I had a great time.
Was abit over whelming for a while because my brother should have been there.
My heart hurt.
I hate homophobics.
I think i may like to do my project on LGBT (lesbian, gays, bi-sexuals and transgender)
The I.T Crowd.
The rule of the flat... and Moss:
You should never open the door, an un-opened door is a happy door
so we never answer ours when some one knocks
'so you all just sit there?'
yes
...‘so the door bell goes and you all just sit there until the person goes away?’
yes
‘what if it’s important, what if it’s good news?’
This is London jen, its not someone with cake,
Unless the cake is made out of dog poo and knifes!
I never open the door when I'm staying in london.
You should never open the door, an un-opened door is a happy door
so we never answer ours when some one knocks
'so you all just sit there?'
yes
...‘so the door bell goes and you all just sit there until the person goes away?’
yes
‘what if it’s important, what if it’s good news?’
This is London jen, its not someone with cake,
Unless the cake is made out of dog poo and knifes!
I never open the door when I'm staying in london.
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Grandma Oma, Shhhhh!
Wouldn't stop talking about bad people.
I.e. men who kill for sex.
I know all this.
I don't need to hear stories.
I'm already scared of london.
I.e. men who kill for sex.
I know all this.
I don't need to hear stories.
I'm already scared of london.
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