Heyy there I'm 19, from wales, and I'm a graphic designer. I like to surf and i like music, and I especially love writing, which is why I'm here...
On the long and twisting road home i take a detour so as to pick a friend up for our plans later- this however is not pertinent to the story.
Opussing becomes difficult. Its hard to write quality stuff all the time. I try not to post things that people won't want to read- although the one about the throne was borderline drivel.
Has anyone ever had a wisdom tooth come through. This is my third (of four) supposedly and by god they hurt like nothing i've been able to compare it to and I've had some knocks in my day..
...big nasty boring heavy repetitive tedious soul sucking life draining energy sapping tension wearing temperament changing spirit crushing mood killing constant weight of the world on your back 9-5...
Rain rain go away Come again some other day.
'What if it's the worst thing we ever did?' 'What if it's the best thing we ever did?' I would rather regret doing something than not doing it..
True literary inspiration is like explosive diarrhoea. It comes without warning all at once and it's always made worse if you don't have paper to hand. Fact..
I'm not talking physical pain. No blood and guts, screams of anguish and blood curdling cries.
I don't know why they call it 'being on the throne'...
Im sitting in a waiting room right now and its got me thinking. When sitting in a waiting room you're surrounded by random people.
What is hope. Is hope the feeling that everything will be ok in the end. Is hope the predecessor to something great. Is it your heart willing to believe in something you want.
Bacon rolls. Thick sliced butchers welsh back bacon on a floury bap with some proper butter and a good helping of heinz tomato ketchup. It's out there somewhere with my name on it just waiting for...
Bacon rolls. Thick sliced butchers welsh back bacon on a floury bap with some proper butter and a good helping of heinz tomato ketchup. It's out there somewhere with my name on it just waiting for...
Bacon rolls. Thick sliced butchers welsh back bacon on a floury bap with some proper butter and a good helping of heinz tomato ketchup. It's out there somewhere with my name on it just waiting for...
Crouching in the mud, up to my knees in it. Its black and wet, squelching and slurping with each readjustment of my tired feet.
If anyone out there surfs, i'd make plans for tomorrow night. South wales is going to be privileged enough to receive 9-11ft swells at 9-10 seconds apart. It's going to be sweet....
People say you only want what you cant have. This is true, im living proof of that.. But i still maintain that all those things i cant have, yet i still want, would make me happy if i did have them.
Is it better to ask permission or forgiveness. Forgiveness for me definitely..
I've got so much swag. Is that why you're mad?.
When you're with someone and it seems like nothing else matters... Then if they leave be it to answer a phone, pop to the loo or to grab a drink...
As i lay here in bed me myself and i... ... alone with the world,.
As i lay here in bed me myself and i... ... alone with the world,.
Im parked outside a house right now and some old geezer has decided to park behind me (i assume he lives next door). He's parked about eighteen inches from my back bumper.
Do you think your parent should support you unconditionally if you're dead set on something. Comment back i have a dilemma....
Id rather be broke and happy than rich and empty inside.
'your daily dose of vitamin D' ... Sunshine ... Daily doses are a funny thing. I think that a good bit of sunshine every day goes a hellova long way to generally putting me in a great mood.
For my day job i sell houses. Im an estate agent. But no i'm not smarmy or sleazy and i'm not a pathological liar.
If I see you in the street and walk the other way; if you text me and I reply 'who is this?' because I've deleted your number; if youve just noticed were not friends on facebook any more; or if i...
Sadness has a way of creeping up on you.
The office clock zooms round to 4:30... Then the last working hour just drags and drags. Pretty sure its been 17:22 now for at least 10 minutes..
It takes 15 minutes to create a poster advertising a house at the estate agents where i work. Its a set template where you drag and drop pictures and info in to allocated spaces. Its easy.
Work sucks. But so does having ebola virus.. I count myself lucky to be stuck in work. Whatever gets you through the day i guess...
It's that time of year again when the flowers bloom, the sun shines and love is literally in the air. Pigeons.
To write is to have drive and passion and inspiration. And like most songs, symphonies and works of art, the blog posts featured here mostly find themselves centralised around love.
When you find a band you really like all of their songs and lyrics instantly and directly relate to your life..
When i saw 'opuss' at the app store i was sceptical.