effy love.

Effy: You’re an idiot. [Sid nods] You’re fucking the wrong girl. [Sid nods] It’s Cassie you love. You only got mixed up with Michelle because, let’s face it, men are dicks, and there was no one else to screw, which is totally fucking pathetic. [pauses] Isn’t it?


Sid: Has anyone ever told you, Effy, this whole sneaking up on people, getting inside their head, is not cool. Ok?

Effy: I’m right, though.

Sid: You’re always right! You and your fucking brother! You’re always fucking, fucking… right.

Effy: That milk’s two weeks old.

Sid: It’s ok, I put some cocoa powder in it. It’s a bit chewy, that’s all.
 
- http://fuckingpantomime.tumblr.com/

skin.

photo.    

and so they run
half naked
the waves licking
wind whipping
their legs
arms
skin.
electricity builds in their chest
collapses as laughter in the air around them
mixing with the salt,
overwhelming the senses.

flushed with their own daring
surprised by their own confidence
they expose parts of themselves to the world
that normally hide in the dark

skin
that is shy
shapes
that are concealed
colours
that are lost
they are finally revealed,
finally beautiful
no longer shadow.

but here,
atoms collide, shift, disappear
here,
anything can happen.

so instead
waves swallow them,
as they wallow in this half-world
and forget what it's like to feel
modesty.

and then
(pay attention)
the climax approaches
there's no slinking
no cowering
no covering

only running their arms by their sides
only embracing movement that is usually ignored
only flying
only freedom

this,
this is the feeling that can't be described
this is the moment between waking and sleeping
this is the part that people leave out.


afterwards
they walk back with a smile
a secret that glows in their chests
lighting up their faces
that can only be traced to their damp skin
wet hair
sandy feet

this is the feeling that can't be ignored.

Cassie's therapy video tag.

This is a tag that the lovely Erimentha began, and continues to post each month. It's based on a therapy video for a character in the tv show skins. If you haven't seen it i highly recommend you watch it or preferably the entire series. So thank-you to Erimentha for tagging me, I absolutely adore it and have enjoyed writing it.
As part of the tag I have to pass it on to three more bloggers that i like, so:
-Some girl because her words take my breath away
-Melee because she views the world in an incredible way
and
-Dandalily because even if she did one recently she is the most amazing blogger

Abracadabra, Wow!



I like boys with soft eyes and girls with wierd laughs.
I like textures
I like whispering
I like flowers with delicious aromas
I like different, exotic cultures
I like thinking big thoughts that make you feel sick with confusion
I like making others confused because i guess deep down i don’t want to be understood
I like laughing
I like the moments between waking and sleeping when the world is filled with possibilities
I like clouds
And poems
I like modesty
I like being told a boy likes you, no matter who it is.
I love thinking
Today I sat in a car for ten hours with my family, and my dad laughed deep, bellowing laughs and high, surprising laughs And my brothers and I tasted what it’s like to be a family again.

In some ways, I love everything.
Its less, its less of a thing to like, its less distinct, its less particular

I like things that I like but I love everything

There’s more choice in like

Cos even the worst things have things you love in them


I don’t know what you mean about things I hate

I hate materialism and racism
I hate sexism
I hate when people make jokes in a serious moment because they feel threatened by real emotions
I hate how unfair the world is and how oblivious some of its occupants are
I hate when people get torn up about things that are completely in their control
I hate when people get torn up about things that don’t matter
I hate how self-centred everyone is but in a way, I know I used to be am the same.
I hate feeling incompetent, especially when the only reason i do is because i compared myself to another
I hate how sometimes you get so carried away with thoughts or people or problems, that you lose yourself

I hate this, wow. . .Sorry.