July Lie Lie Lightness

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I'm kissing this summer goodbye slowly. I move in to my new flat tomorrow!


Daylight by Matt and Kim (via the wonderous Mary)

Breakback Beach

Photos from BeachBreakLive2009 - such a fantastic few days.


Kitty cat masquerade!


Laughing gas balloon graffiti...


that we felt obligated to add our wisdom to.


Face-painted frolics.


Ladymanlady!


And bizarre tree art.

We had fun.

Keeping Track

S. and I went to a performance poetry workshop. We drank pear cider and talked about writing and had a happy time like always. It was so good to be reunited, and nice to know that somethings (and someones) will never change.


precious little leather knapsack from Barnardo's Vintage

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fools' Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.

Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
Snug as a bud and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.

You're by Sylvia Plath

Run Like A River

We went to a beautiful restaurant in the Lake District for my daddy's birthday.


Big Big Sis and me


Hilarious action shot of me running/"frolicking" through a field with the dog


Darcey, who has featured before almost a year ago



Happy Birthday Pa!
Photographs by my lovely cousin Hollie

Friday

6.45 felt like quarter to nine and I missed the sight of sunrise. Breakfast was a nectarine, and porridge with brown sugar from the Welsh teabag tin on the top shelf of the cupboard, and Earl Grey with milk and honey, and orange juice. Cat communion whilst wearing my favourite old blue woollen cardigan, still pyjama'd. A hot shower and the long-lost smell of our garden on a cold, fresh English morning. My mother's ocean pie and a suprise piece of chocolate cherry cake. Old friends and liquor in my candlelit living room and the bright lights of my hometown once more.

Marcine M. brought my attention to a ukelele-playing songbird boy and to the beautiful Septembear. My heart sung with the thought of 31st August, which will bring me my last teenage year and put an end to a soaring summer, ushering in autumn and all its golden dusky glory.

Heartbeats

I once was told that kissing would go out of fashion when gorse was no longer in bloom.



"The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud."
- Yann Martell


Daniel by Bat for Lashes

It's good to be home.

Return

...darn jobs like digging trenches, cleaning ancient pottery, flotation, planning, rock climbing, swimming, speedboating and general Cypriot adventuring. I'm home at last! The past weeks have been amazing.