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I hate it that you always make me feel like i'm waiting for something to happen.

Because it never does.
And it never will.
Its just you.

Solitude.

Do you ever wish that you could just sit in the middle of a field, the sun radiating you with warmth, whilst you just lay there, listening to your iPod?


Nothing else, just you, music and complete freedom.


My top 10 songs atm;

1- Everything you do; He Is We
2- Born This Way; Lady GaGa
3- Champion; Chipmunk ft. Chris Brown
4- Someone Like You; Adele
5- All About Us; He Is We
6- Parachute; Ingrid Michaelson
7- Misery; Maroon 5
8- Rolling in The Deep; Adele
9- Never Leave This Bed; Maroon 5
10- Where Are You; Jennifer Hudson.

Alternate Universe.

Sometimes, I feel as though I was meant to be born into a different world.


In this world, i'm famous.

The One;

I want the one to electrify my life;
I want him to be an optimist;
I want him to play with my hair, and tickle my arms;
I want him to tell me I look pretty, and mean it;
I want him to always want to kiss me;
Delicate, soft, passionate kisses;
Have strong arms that pull me towards him;
Patient, always willing to listen to my ideas;
To have a back bone;
If i'm being a brat, he needs to put me in my place;
He needs to argue back;
Never always let me have my own way;
If he diagrees, then voice that;
I want to fight;
And then spend hours making up;
I want to brush noses like eskimos;
Spend afternoons together in bed, doing nothing;
To talk about the future;
To make plans we may, or may not keep;
To dream;
To text me when he wakes up;
And before he goes to sleep;
Take me for coffee;
Make pancakes with me;
Rub flour over my face;
Then pull me in for a kiss;
To miss me the moment I leave;
To spend days just watching films;
Then spend hours analysing them;
To want to share his interests;
And be as interested in mine;
Superficial enough to appreciate my expensive taste;
Someone who isn't vein;
And would kiss me in the rain;
Not caring how he looks;
Or who is watchingl;
Someone fun;
Who can make jokes about themself;
And pull stupid faces;
To laugh when I say something dumb;
To be jealous;
Just enough to show he won't lose me;
That he'll fight;
To share music;
To lay in parks;
Doing nothing;
To reassure me;
That's he's really not like all those other guys;
That he means every word he says;
That he's not going anywhere;
To love me;
Like no one has loved me before;
To make me crave him;
To turn me on;
To make me dream of him against me;
To make me want him;
To hold me close;
As we sleep, hold me closer;
Kiss my neck;
When he wakes;
To kiss my lazy smile;
To ask;
What are we doing today?;
To surprise me;
To be sponteanous;
To share things with me;
To add colour to life;
To turn my world upside down;
Around;
Completely;
And above all;
Love me;
Like it's the first time;
He's said those words;
I love you;

Dear Tinie,

Such a beautiful man.
He took home not one, but TWO Brit awards this year, well and truly doing it for Britain.
People look up to celebrities like David Beckham because he kicks a football, or Katie Price because she takes her clothes off. (Granted, she looks beautiful doing so.) But Tinie Tempah is someone to aspire to. His music is listened to by so many different generations, from teenagers still at school, to young adults who blast his music from their car stereo, to people like my dad, who taps his slipper clad foot to the beat.
He gives hope to every person living somewhere they hate, where knife and gun crimes are rife, where a group of kids hang on every street corner, taunting anyone who dares pass them. To anyone who has a belief in themself, and is willing to work every inch of skin and bone to the ground to ensure that their goal, their dream, becomes a reality. Someone who believes in what they do.

LouBoutin Love.

If fashion were a religion, then I stand by the belief that every girl deserves to own a pair of LouBoutin shoes in her lifetime.
The Government should even make it their duty to ensure that we females, after everything our bodies endure to pro-create, get a pair of these shoes.
Sadly, upon approaching my twenty first birthday in no less than six months, I won't be affording the £900+ dream shoes, just yet.

But, one day . . .

"If you're a bird, i'm a bird."

Recently, an old friend came back into my life.
We were friends before, but life got in the way and we drifted.

I hadn't spoken to her for six, maybe even seven months. Maybe even more. But when she phoned me, and I heard her voice again, these feelings came from no where.
And I just realised how much I'd missed her.
Sometimes people come back in your life when you need them most, and I could sit here and write about how it was fate, or coincidence, or whatever.
But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter.
All that matters is that she's back in my life.
Because without her, something was always missing.