A time of joy, love and giving. Last year I was in Australia for Christmas, and even though I had an amazing time.. I missed home.
So this year I was delighted to be spending it at home. With family and friends. And for me, this time, a boyfriend! It was the best Christmas I have had in a long while even if I couldn’t give as much as I would of liked too.
Christmas priority is food also. It’s a time to eat and be thankful for what you are able to have. Christmas dinner and all the trimmings. Pigs in blankets, stuffing, yorkshires, bread sauce- just yum!
Aunties trifle, mother-in-laws rum cake and how about a dollop of Christmas pudding ice cream! All of that mixed with drinks- prosecco, disaronno, baileys!!
Ready to pop!
I go into 2017 happy. Fulfilled and lucky to have had an amazing year. Travelling, the boy, friends continuing and some amazing memories both in Aus and the UK.
It is truly beautiful how pure and compassionate you realise some people are when they open up to you like a book begged to be read. It is truly beautiful how they are so vulnerable to love when they stop holding it all back.
When you travel the fundamental reason is to have fun. People say that they travel to experience the culture, learn new things, gain new experiences, see the world. These are all true but my main reason to travel is to let go and just.. Have.. Fun!
Wherever I have been I have connected with that place and they will all stay in my heart with their own memories. But if your not having fun then they can all be questioned – “what are you doing when your travelling? Are you not having fun?”
In some countries I had more fun messing around and living carefree than others where I was more worried about ticking off the bucket list, getting the best job, going to the best restaurants.
Appreciate. Live. Love. Have Fun.
Live the life you love and love the life you live. – Bob Marley
You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off?
Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry. Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one more story about her that you’re not in.
You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But… you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.
I hear the sounds of the birds bright and early in the morning, knowing that’s their love song makes my heart melt. The sight of an elderly couple still in their early stages of last acting like teenagers giggling whilst they have their midday tea.
The smell of the sea gives me goosebumps. I always get a sudden urge to jump straight in. I’m sure that I’m a mermaid underneath it all. I can feel it bursting inside me as I have no fear of depth but a great fear of shallow living.
Travel is a necessity, the buzz, the smells, the anxieties make everything painlessly scary. It’s the drug that keeps me addicted and holds no boundaries for me to explore dangerously. My soul is full of desire, desire to always keep on living. Living for the small moments that I will forever cherish. No one will understand however much I longingly want them to but all I can say is; “what is stopping you?”.
Yourself is the answer. We have this fear of change inside our heart and minds which flashes a murderous red with warning flags all around. How will you adapt? That’s what were born for. I get a tingling sensation from the bottom of my feet that sores straight up my spine and gives me ringing in my ears when I think about hoisting my bag and running along into the distance.
Give it a go. The worst that could happen is you return to your daily routine that you say you dislike so much.
“Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be.”
Joker: ” That’s too easy. Would you live for me? Hmm?”
Harley Quinn: “Yes!”
Joker: “Careful. Don’t say this oath thoughtlessly. Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes power. You want this?”
Harley Quinn: “I do.”
Joker: “Say it. Say it. Say it. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty…”
Harley Quinn: “Please”
Joker: “God, you’re so good!”
I know it’s only a film but I’m in ore of their crazy, twisted love. Maybe it’s the fictional characters, their appearance and their role play. I do not take their love for a joke, more of a admiration. The story behind their love and where it all started is a whirlwind of action and entrapment on both sides.
Harley Quinn who used to treat the Joker as a patient for mental illness inside the prison falls in love with his sick charm as he plays games with her, asking questions and laughing at her. He takes over the prison by asking her for a machine gun which she gives in to.
After taking over the prison with his disguised killers in Panda suits, batman look a likes and eyeballs he straps her to a table and tells her..
“Oh, I’m not gonna kill you. I’m just gonna hurt you very, very bad.”
To which she replies..
“You think so? Well, I can take it”.
He turns her into his Queen, just as crazy as him by torturing her. He falls head over heels for her and she is the same. I envy the passion he has for her and she’s so crazy for him too, untouchable. The extent of how madly in love they are with each other he would destroy the world to be with her. Tears everyone apart to find her.
No joke, nobody should mess with the Joker’s Queen. A sick love tale with so much lust.
Back in February 2015 I was just starting to discover Laos in South East Asia. Myself and a crazy bunch of people left Northern Thailand to discover a place not majorly on the travel radar. It was never my intention to visit this place but when you travel most things aren’t planned which are the best!
We took a slow long tail boat down the Mekong River. Started in a small fishermans village just inside the border. We jumped aboard this massive boat with all different cultures. We had made friends with a Vietnamese family also on a scenic tour. We shared food, laughed and got laughed at. We sailed all day from 6am til sunset and arrived at what you might call a halfway village. The boat may take this route everyday and has somewhat been designed for travellers who visit. Small, quiet and definitely out of our comfort zones we grabbed an Indian and went to sleep.
Alarm bells ringing for the next full day of sailing, we were up at 4am. Booze as a main priority to stow in our polystyrene cool box. Everyone onboard knew who we were at this point. All stocked up it was time for breakfast in the basement of our hotel.
Thinking this place was somewhat strange and I was ready to leave at the first opportunity, I sat down waiting for my eggs. As the sun crept through the fog over the mountains I was amazed at the view before me. So quiet, mystical and still. I was surprised at the beauty of a not so clean river but in it’s beautiful natural surroundings. To think we were in the middle of nowhere and this was where only a handle of people lived was amazing.
A quick snap and we were away, with our Vietnamese admirers and cool box full to the brim.
Have you ever met someone who took your breath away instantly?
Someone who understands you and loves you for it. Their eyes are fixated and have a calmness to them?
No questions of doubt or that unknowing feeling, just fresh and exciting?
I have always been skeptical about finding true love. Most people are. Everyone longs for a fairy tale, and like me, assume it will never happen. There’s always pressure, anxiety or mistrust.
I thought I wouldn’t have a fairy tale. Not that I long for something magical in a sense, just happiness.
I wrote “Craving” in third person for people to relate to a short story of feelings and emotions between two lovers, soul mates. It is a reflection of my relationship. A relationship unexpected but overdue.
Feelings for me are something not many people will receive. When someone receives my attention, heart and trust it’s a big thing. I have been scared for many years but now I’m wholeheartedly in love.
The man who has me is someone who I consider my best friend. A soul who traps mine and will forever keep it. A thousands words spoken between us or a thousands words repeating themselves when looking into each others eyes. I know it all sounds soppy but who doesn’t want that butterfly feeling. He is everything and more and never ceases to amaze me.
He is admirable and admired by me and isn’t afraid to tell me. Telling people how i feel is something I haven’t been too good at, maybe a relation to bad experiences, but this person has put the confidence in me to speak again. I see my future bright, long and a whirlwind of adventures to come.
I’m grateful for the path I have been given, my missing puzzle piece to finally be truly happy. Now it’s time to breathe and smile and look forward to amazing things to come.
He only has eyes for her, his heart flutters. He would never let her know this though. The way she smiles and laughs about life in front of his eyes.. like a rolling picture.
Slow motion. Catches him.
Her presence has him hooked and can feel himself attract towards her as she beams life and happiness. His eyes trace her skin, fingers following. His chest tightens with anxiety as he watches her watch him.
She adores him too, she only has eyes for him.
She covers it up in the same respect that he does. An undesirable desire to continuously remind him of how much he means to her. She finds herself smirking in a hazy daydream with a slight sweat on her palms. No speaking, just stares. Looks with a thousand words.
But she breathes slow.
Once alone the passion between these two romantics is admirable, something of a film. Tosses and turns between soft silk sheets. His hands run down her skin so softly he barely touches her but to her she feels everything. Now they can spill their desires.
She whispers in his ear of nothing but sweet truths and vulnerabilities.
He has her undoubtedly.
When his hands are empty of her there’s no word to describe it.