things that make me happy

this is a tag by katherine i havent been able to do until now. 
write a list of things that make you happy. she is lovely,
this idea is lovely. I tag:
P.s. I Am Me
and    
Francesca

photo. 

the moments when you suddenly remember how beautiful everything is
lovely children with shy smiles
goofy laughs
licking icing
hot baths
90s movies
warm, sunny weather
shy boys with lovely smiles
books you can't put down
singing when you're home alone
fresh fruit

just a letter

This is a tag created by Felicity which I was tagged in by the exceptionally talented Katherine. All you have to do is write a letter beginning with 'Dear You' that can't include any names, only pronouns. It's really freeing and easy, I hardly ever write in such a straight forward manner, I think I'll do it more.
I tag : Chlo and Sabine Cara for fairly obvious reasons I feel.
I was going to tag Jokerman but my account isn't working properly and I can't comment on his blog to let him know, so if you get this Danke, I hope you do the tag.

Dear you,

I've wanted to write this letter for a long time, but I haven't. I'm not sure why. I often put off things like this. It's because when I think, I think through everything and sometimes it's too much. It's difficult being a thinker sometimes. It's a lot messier than those who just accept things.

I'm talking to him again, well today and yesterday. It's funny, it's not that we weren't talking, but we haven't talked to each other a long time. He's curious like that. Someone said to me on Wednesday, "He is always a bit angry at everyone." I think that person's right.

I haven't been writing a lot lately, not even in my journal. Honestly I suppose it's a but more of a diary but I don't really like that word as much. And I haven't been writing on my blog. Which is annoying because I really want to, and even tags I've been given I haven't been able to fill out, except this one. It's frustrating because I love to write, but it's so erratic. I have to be in the right state of mind and a lot of things mess with that for me.

My friend is doing okay (I think), if you were wondering. We all are. But I wonder where we are going to be in 6 months time, when we don't have the support and stresses we have now. It could go either way I think.

I wish I could use my real name to sign off, but I won't. What's in a name, after all? If anything because of the anonymity of the internet, I've been more myself as Lilah, or more open to the parts of me that I don't want everyone to see at least. Except for her but that's okay. She is different. A friend once said to me, "She is one of the few people that actually care", they don't even know the half of it. I don't think I do either.

With love,

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.