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I have the heart of a sailor. I'm like the ocean, unpredictable.


Thursday, November 17, 2011

I know that someday you'll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain. I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name. I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain. I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain. And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain. I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name, Your hands still catch the light the right way and, Our hearts still beat the same.

MOOOOOVEMBER photoshoot.


Want.

Friday, November 4, 2011

BOYS.READ.THIS.NOW.

There is one thing I love very much. You could even go as far as saying I love it more then my dog (And she is my pride and joy, Seriously.) 

Its men in vests. Well, Men in nice clothes full stop. 
Oh boy. Every boy should own at least 3 vests (A black one, A striped one and any other cool one.) , A few cut V-Necks and SKINNIES THAT ARE SUPER TIGHT, Black shoes and a few flannels. And kief beanies. They should also smell nice and open the door for you. 

Then this world would be a better place. Im telling you.

So, If you are a boy and you are reading this... You know what to do. :D

Watercolors on wood.

"Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze, 
My lips, Your poison 
They bring you to your knees."

ASKING ALEXANDRIA. One of the best bands at the moment!

Sunday, October 23, 2011

"We stopped checking for monsters under our beds when we realized they were inside of us."

Monday, October 17, 2011

Purified- Of Mice And Men

All night, I dream of water
That can wash the weight of the world
From my shoulders.

All night, I dream of water 
That can wash the weight of the world
From my shoulders.

Hands of the new one, 
We need you so, 
To make way for the new born, 
To be king again.

All night, an endless fire, 
Wanting to only fly away and grow older.

No escape, no escape, 
Please pray this is just a dream. (Just a dream)
Fight fire with fire, 
This is coming clean, coming clean. 
These are the words... 


These are the words of my holiday, 
Craving the sea, that honest place.
Soothe my mind, with everything honest, yeah give me my solace.
Soothe my mind, with everything honest, yeah give me my... 

All night, I dream of forever, 
Hiding myself from the world, that's grown colder.

I wanna be stronger than oceans.
I wanna lift mountains high.
Bring back glory to your name, 
I wanna move faster than time.

I wanna be stronger than oceans.
I wanna lift mountains high.
Bring back glory to your name, 
I wanna move faster than time.

Mountains, oceans, I wanna see waves.

These are the words of my holiday, 
Craving the sea, that honest place.
Soothe my mind, with everything honest, yeah give me my solace.
Soothe my mind, with everything honest, yeah give me my... 

All night (all night) I dream of water, 
To fight the fire.
Am I awake? 
Cause I wanna see waves.
I don't mind it, I don't mind if you're overrated. Or if you're staring at the edge of the world.
But keep in mind that I'm a sore eye, with blurry vision.
But I can see yeah it has to be you love, that I've been dreaming of.
And if we climb this high, I swear we'll never die.

Final Matric Art prac




Going for interviews at various universities makes me think about my childhood. Where has the time gone? I can remember back to when i was about 6 or so and saying "Dad, I don't want another boy in my life. Can I marry you?" At the time it wasn't creepy or incest filled. I sometimes wish I had that carefree, naive life again where my only worry was if there would be another ice cream after dinner or if my sister was going to let me play with her new barbie. Im looking forward to the future but I already miss my past. Above is a photo of me and my sister Mega. Im on the left. Shes the hottie on the right.

Playing around with watercolor and wood.

So amazing.


Still waiting...

RIP TINA.

I was on YouTube  yesterday and I was looking up bands as usual and I came across a girl who did an Angus and Julia Stone cover right before she committed suicide. She was beautiful and looked so happy. But I guess you can't judge a book by its cover. If you are reading this, you are beautiful, no matter who you are, where you are from or what you look like. God has a place for you in his heart and his love for you is so great.

PERFECT LITTLE LUNCH.

WANT.