February 2012
Saw them years ago in England. I love the Indie...
It’s almost 7pm and the sun is only just setting here, usually it’s 4. You have no idea how happy this makes me. Summer is coming….
The great thing about having a child with Autism who is non-verbal is relying on other ways to communicate. Your senses fall into play and you become astutely aware of not only his but also everyone’s else’s body language and signals. Words are beautiful but actions are….just so much more revealing.
Marilyn Monroe bores me on so many levels. Somehow I can’t sympathise. Why do people feel the need to idolise her? She’s a woman that would fuck your husband and then cry that nobody loves her. Come oooooon…
You do it to yourself.
This is what Saturday feels like….
The...
Last night I dreamt I was married to Henry Rollins. The entire dream comprised my avoiding having to have sex. I just remember being repulsed by him. He was super sweet and kind but still…It made me think that you can love someone so much for their mind but that just isn’t enough.
My Ex-husband has been gone for almost a month. Not a word from him yet. Not even to ask if the boys are okay. Funnily enough, we’ve never been happier. I don’t think it’s a coincidence.
I don’t know which father could stay away from his children and not bat an eyelid but yeah…I guess we don’t all think the same. Thank God I have enough love for two people to...
Women are strange creatures. I look at some blogs and all I see is pink, florally, cutesy things. I’m so not like that. Is there something wrong with me?
I reserve my softness for when it matters, I guess. For people I love and trust, animals, those who are suffering. Why can’t I be both…the lover of dolls and cars?
I bent over to talk to my Jude today…I like to be at eye level to improve his looking at people directly. He held my chin with his hand and kissed me on the lips. He’s so sweet and tender. I made a little softie even though it totally goes against his Autism and how he’s expected to act….or maybe he just loves his Mama that much.
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A few days ago I wrote something about peanut butter and nutella and loving unique things that few love but yourself. Anyway, this happened…
It’s funny now that I mention it because @meyecheal said he loves artichoke leaves in garlic or something when I posted the piece. I love artichoke hearts, they are very hard to find in Ireland unless you go to a deli. I did, so decided to buy...
“Perhaps it’s better if I live in your heart, where the world can’t...”
– Greta Garbo
Bat For Lashes - What’s A Girl To Do?
It’s funny to say I believe in nothing when being courageous requires you to be full of faith. In what? I don’t know. Perhaps just myself.
“Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.”
– Janet Fitch (White Oleander) (via fleurishes)
I love this book…I’ve mentioned it before. Read it.
Ahahaha…this is the weirdest day. Was buying wine and the cashier asked if I was the ‘appropriate age to consume alcohol’. Fuck yeah!
OH MY GAWWWWWWD. I left the house with only one sock on. How does this even happen?! Shitbags…my head’s up my arse.
I’m having an Eighties Van Halen hair day. It’s big and all over the place. Whateverrrrrrr…I live in a village. I’m still the best looking person here. Haha. Delusion is brilliant too.
Jude’s careworker’s brother passed away so when I saw her this morning obviously I had to give my condolences. I find these moments so awkward, I never know what to say. It’s like someone was handed to you with all their wounds hanging on the outside. Your silly little band-aid is not going to heal anything. I was soft but not to the point where it encouraged tears but she was...
The Biggest Photo of Space ever taken →
thekwantrail:
Amazing
This is awesome…zoom in and out. We are insignificant in comparison.
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Stuff happened today. I feel like I’m on the brink of something huge…a turning point. I’m working with people that might help me secure a better future for my boys and I. I’m taking my creativity and using it instead of letting it fester within the confines of my head. I don’t believe that I was meant to cower in a corner and just keep taking life’s knocks...
