under the same sky, dreaming the same dream.

I don't believe in physical ugliness, I think there's something beautiful in everyone.And im not really sure about inner beauty either. Everyone always says that its the inner beauty that counts but if they told me I was ugly but it didnt matter because I was beautiful inside, I would eat them. 
If you really think something is beautiful, you dont notice its physical beauty anyway. Both these things are beautiful to me.

Unwilted Roses in the Frost.

It happened again. We all have that 'after Christmas' feeling now, sitting a nest of shredded wrapping paper and dried up Christmas tree pins. Now its just winter without Christmas, and we have to forget the Christmas carols and trees and crackers and presents for another year.

Still, the days are getting longer and the roses are still out, bright and full in the greyness of London. I can still take walks in the bitter wind with my runny nose and fur lined jacket, and then get home and make fluffy cupcakes with pink icing. And i can still use three duvets and bury myself in cushions.

I didn't have any New Years resolutions, even though I probably should have had. I think I just want to have fun this year, and embrace every moment.

it was nice.

Even though we ran around the park four hours, running in a constant circle for school. And we got cold and wet- and wore a cloak of goose pimples- and our teeth chattered. We ran... our scarlet noses ran... but it was the best fun I've had.

After our eternal laps we arrived at a bar and drunk spiced apple juice with ginger and cinnamon and ate mini chocolate bars labelled "milk".
For a while we happily nattered about scones and rainbows.
And then danced to Christmas songs.
With genuine smiles.
It Was Nice.

when daytime melts into nightime...

Twilight can be seen in two ways- I love both deeply.
Firstly, it can be seen as a teenage romance consisting of a dreamy vampire boy...
Or secondly, a beautiful time of the day. The time when daytime melts into night, and the sun wobbles on the edge of the earth. I was walking home from school and twilight filled the air and I stopped to love how the rays of the sun filled the sky during its last moments, and then disappeared completely. It somehow felt the day was scraping past the night as they switched places in the sky.

On my walk home.

the warmth behind a frosty window...

Today it is December. The First of December. Possibly, one of my favorite days of the year. The sheer joy of snapping open the first window of the advent calender! It was the day when from the moment I set foot inside from the wonderful winter outside-everything somehow seemed to look golden brown! It was the day when I just sunk into a pile of fluffy cushions by a blazing fire, and sipped bitter hot chocolate- with over-sized knitted jumpers and woolly socks! I can honestly say- I don't think I have felt happier in my life. Every part of me felt like it was oozing warmth as beautiful flames dances before me and crackled in my face. 

The Clouds, The Daisies and Him.

I am still waiting for him- whoever that may be- to walk into my bubble of life. The one who is able to paste an eternal smile to my face and who will make my heart melt. And hold my hand in his like he will never let go. And look at me like he will never set eyes on anything else. And we can lye there in that same spot... in the park... in the thick blanket of crisp white daisies and stare up at the clouds. And it will be that precious moment all over again. Except this time it won't be Daisies, Clouds and I- it will be Daisies, Clouds and Him.
In a white bubble of pure love.

The Clouds, The Daisies and I.

Daisies are like sunshine on the ground. And I like the idea of a fallen sun...
I often wish you could save moments, and keep them in your pocket for later. This blog somehow emerged today from a moment that I suddenly felt as being very special- and somehow precious.
I was laying alone in the park in a thick blanket of crisp, white, beautiful daisies- and staring up at the clouds. And I was wondering if there was someone lying in the clouds and staring back at me!
Just me... the clouds... and the daisies- it felt as if I were in a pure white bubble of pure lovliness.