Somewhere Somewhere, someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colours to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way the breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a #life somewhere right now. In an airless apartment on a dark, bloodstained whore-lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you're answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such a #life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterised my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will meet be able to give you everything I have.

#life Of Pi Just finished #life of Pi, FUCKING incredible!! I'm having a hard time believing its a true story though....is it??

The Reality Of Fear: You're not scared of the dark, You're scared of what's in it. You're not scared of heights, You're scared of falling. You're not afraid of the people around you, You're afraid of rejection. You're not afraid to love, You're afraid of not being loved back.

Thank You Just to say thank you to all my 101 followers!! I haven't even written anything for ages....been to busy burying my nose in Agatha Christie Poirot novels-they're so amazing- but thank you so much again; it's great coming back and finding so many followers

The Box Once there was a box, buried deep under a desolate shore. The crushing weight of the wet sand was always there, forever threatening to splinter the wood of the box's lid if it showed any sign of weakness. Inside the box was sea water that roiled and churned achingly, throwing itself from side to side inside of the box. The water kept rising within, but the box could not let it out, or the sand would go in. So there it stayed unable to move beneath the growing load of sand above it, and ready to split open and cry tears of the choking seawater that threatened to engulf it. It was trapped in an agonising balance of pressure, emotion and darkness. I am that box.