The way we feel

Pain in a funny old thing It’s comes in two forms; Firstly there’s a physical pain; this can be quantified; 0 being none and 10 being a blunt rusty saw cutting through flesh while you're awake. For some this pain is pure pleasure, for others it’s shear agony. Either way this type of pain can... Continue Reading →

Through the smile

Oh my darling girl, don’t cry, I know it hurts I know how painful it is to not to feel loved To feel like you’re broken, unloveable and just not enough. You hide it so well behind that beautiful smile But I see behind your eyes All the scars that you have From the heartache... Continue Reading →

Tattoos; the marmite of skin

So tattoos, they're a bit like marmite. some people love them some people hate them. Me, I'm a lover. (And marmite too, love that stuff) Of them on me, of them on others, of them on anything they can fit on. The backstories behind them if they mean something and the ones that people just... Continue Reading →

A glimpse into my head

My head is sooo full of stuff. Just lots and lots of stuff. It's like wading through treacle. I think if it was projected onto a big screen it would look like some kind of happy optimistic world full of colour, music and unicorns. Where everything didn't match (on purpose) and things just whirled around... Continue Reading →

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