get lucky.

Oh Dear God Pharrell, take all my clothes off.

Not sure if he's talking shit.

But I wouldn't mind catching his mentality.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QVtHogFrI0&feature=player_embedded#!

You've got to find out for yourself, whether or not you're truly trying

It's 5:21am.

I've stayed up all night to write an essay on Film Studies.

I'm sure I'm tired, but I'm also so awake, and hungry (for breakfast, knowledge, sex, emancipation- all the usual things).

I incorrectly identified it as a constant state of loneliness last night- the fact that ultimately we all live in our own minds and are solely responsible for making desicions with the potential to harm or hinder. It's not loneliness, it's independance.

And in this world of constant communication and clarification we like to think we've worked it all out. There's skype, there's self-help online heaven and more apps than I care to count to keep us all in touch.

But how do you stay in touch with yourself? Spend some time alone. In your head. Working things out and coming to your own conclusions. Ultimately, you're the only one with any control.

Fitzy's a smart man

"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."

diabolical, dialectical

love is my favourite subject
but after the dazzling heights and gut-wrenching lows
after the impracticality, the pain, the stabbing fear
the lesson that beloved in plural can cause pain,
equal to or greater than the love they give
and most probably will
shatter your world accidentally
force you to examine the parts of you that are
ugly, badly formed, poorly executed, misunderstood

nothing frightens me like love