November 2011
1 post
July 2011
7 posts
grimsberg:
Yes Amy Winehouse died. Yes people In Norway died from the bombing. It doesn’t make one persons life less or more important.
June 2011
0 posts
Hilary.: Eating disorders and insecurity on Tumblr →
piratelass:
I hate how eating disorders like Anorexia, Bulimia and being underweight are glorified on tumblr and other sites like this. I also want to make it clear that I do acknowledge the appreciation for chubby girls on this site. Being a girl who has never had a flat stomach or toned thighs I…
May 2011
3 posts
The sky in Auckland just now.
piratelass:
Hilary.: A Poem by Michaela Youngman →
piratelass:
Poem inspired by Napier Siege
I wrote this awhile ago… it was when the Napier Siege was happening. This poem was about Policeman Len Snee, who was killed in the siege. Thought he would be home at 8 tonight, but he never came
Cooked bolognaise for him tonight, it’s 20 years today
He should…
October 2010
1 post
September 2010
8 posts
lethal-injectionn:
And during the struggle They will pull us down But please, please let’s use this chance to Turn things around And tonight we can truly say Together we’re invincible
Just call me Hilary.: I'm going to start doing... →
sheisthebear:
*when I wake up
Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself Day 02- The meaning behind your Tumblr name Day 03- A picture of you and your friends Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to Day06- Favorite super hero…
Tumblr is for pictures.
Not words, and I’m a wordy sort of girl.
Will try and post something of interest this week.
August 2010
2 posts
disgustnpervertor asked: im in love with your body :)
April 2010
5 posts
Why do I
make an effort to see someone who clearly doesn’t want to see me?
quote
“We don’t see things the way they are, we see things the way we are”
Anias Nin
There are two of me.
There are two of me, in my head,
one is OCD me, the other is ME me
They are seperated by interconnecting doors,
but the OCD me likes the door open, the ME me likes the door closed
OCD me comes in whenever it wants, and tells me lies while Me me cowers in the corner, with hands over her ears, trying not to listen
I want the door to be closed.
OCD me tells me what I want, Me me knows this...
feel like..
no motivation, no energy, no drive.
Short temper, no smiles, don’t know who I am.
March 2010
1 post
Things change in 10 years
So, the other day I saw someone I hadn’t seen for a long time, I say 10 years, but in reality I have seen this particular person in the last 10 years… they have just not seen me.
I sound like a mad stalker, lol, but really it’s nothing like that.
Long story short… i ended up falling for them, i was only 16, so perhaps it was more of an obsession. What I do know is that I...
January 2010
12 posts
Storm.
It hung over my head like a rainstorm,
the pain was like none I had ever felt.
Balls of lightening crashed into my gut,
and I knew it wasn’t right.
The nile fell from my eyes that day,
I know I ran it dry,
Because watching you cry was too much to see,
You were the strong one, I know it isn’t me.
My veins were screaming, nothing could silence the war inside
This isn’t...
Today.
Today I saw you differently,
and it wasn’t very nice.
I saw what money could do to you,
and how it made you think twice.
Think twice about my life, and the future ahead
Think twice about the bounty on my head.
I saw the other option flicker through your mind,
I saw greed take over,
the downfall of mankind.
Please understand this isn’t easy,
I write this with tears in my...
Another poem... very difficult time of my life...
I’s me who get’s the sentence, with no real speaking rights.
Me who gets backhanded, because i had no birthing plight.
I don’t always understand, and patience is a virtue,
outside calm and collected, inside the bubbles get higher to the surface.
Was a once like this? I hate to think, with no self control, and no desire to think?
I try to be patient, but occaisionally I find...
Found some old poetry...Copywritten
The worst day of my life,
when it all became clear,
The sacrifice and human fear,
I drifted away, I wasn’t there
Would I return?
I couldn’t be sure, my soul was tainted.
No longer pure.
The box was unlocked, the contents unleashed, over my head hung a terrible beast.
It was the say I realised all I had, and all I nearly lost.
The day that will forever be referred to as my own...
What did I do?
What did I do to deserve you?
I never thought I had done anything especially spectacular in my life.
But in the 25 years, 6 months, 16 days, 13 hours and 26 minutes I must have done something amazing.
Because you came into my life, at that time.
And now everything in those 25 years, 6 months, 13 hours and 26 minutes makes sense.
Everything.
I love you.
gosh darnit
My bra just broke!
Tumblarity
What on earth is it? lol
I’m less popular than yesterday! haha
this bloggy thing
I’m not nearly as creative as all these other folk on tumblr… but that’s ok, it’s ok if I talk to myself on here too, cause it’s a change from doing it in public ;)
These thoughts
So these thoughts in my head never cease… they are always right behind me.
I give in, but it’s never enough, you are always wanting more from me. I do what you say, but you don’t give me mercy, although you had promised too.
This place
This place only serves to remind me of the very things I don’t need reminding of. My world extends as far as that sign which means they have lied to me and the world is flat. My stomach is sick and it’s not from the windy roads, it’s from continually driving only to end up in the same place. I pull the blankets over my head but the images are etched in my eyes. I have...