Death is inevitable, what defines us, is the fight we put up on our way there...

Advice? Hey, if I could have some advice for this it would be much appreciated. It's a #poem for my boyfriend who's just lost his grandad, thanks xxx People piled high in houses Wearing black Sad expressions on their face Like somebody died People walk behind the car Wobbling In their silly heels Like somebody died People cry at a box Grasping, clutching at the air Hopelessly Like somebody died People gathered in a garden, Throwing Gravel and rocks Like somebody died The whole world was silenced Empty With sad expressions on their faces Because he died Because he died Stolen Quickly from the earth He was too good for it anyway Because he died Remember Him, we will never Forget For he is now a Butterfly Loving #life, just Fluttering by

I used to love photography, until instagram. But then instagram wasn't that bad, until Facebook bought it. And now everyone's a photographer. Hate when that happens!

Can't wait until I've finished college, can actually start writing again, so excited

Words cannot even describe how angry I am, fumming in fact.