I. can't. wait. to. see. you

Mom.

Dad.

Ronan.

you're coming to see me for a while:)

TWO ONE

Tomorrow is Birthday Week. The biggest one yet.

Wednesday I turn 21, as daunting as it is, I'm very excited. I have friends and family flying to Cape Town to come to the super corny "Grease" themed party that I'm having. I have invited way too many people, and have excessive amounts of alcohol for them to guzzle down, and an ice cream machine just for shits and giggles:)

There will be food, and music and dancing. there will be friends, old and new, and family too.

But there will be 2 people in particular that just can't make it. The 2 who, if i was stranded on an island and could bring just 3 things i would bring in a heartbeat. Oh, and Bear Grills of course, so he could get back to you other crazies. I miss you 2 with all my heart and soul, and love you loads. Thank you for the many wonderful memories i have shared with each of you. Thanks for helping survive through 21 years in this mad and crazy world. Thanks for making me laugh, being a shoulder to cry on, for the late night conversations about things that just didn't matter and for those that did. For cursing at idiotic and psycho ex-boyfriends, and for loving the new one. For being there when I succeeded and when i failed. and in general, for sticking around.

This week is going to be fantastic, and busy and happy. It's going to be filled with parties, box wine, tacky costumes and embarrassing photos, but when all is said and done, i would have none of it if it meant you both were here with me.

Forever and always, my lovelies, forever and always

Nigel James Charles Worthington 27.12.1956

" And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. " - Abraham Lincoln

Maties March Against Crime

Last Friday, a few of us took part in the March against crime, it was so great to be a part of something meaningful and important. CLICK HERE to see the video of it:) you may even catch a glimpse of a few of us:) ( jen, luke, kerri and my leg:P)

SQUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEZE!

Lights will guide you home

and ignite your bones

and I will try to fix you.

done.

give up.

walk away.

it's over.

theories shmearies

I have a very pretty, very wise friend, she shared a theory with me the other night:

"Nothing stops love, death doesn't neither does hate, you can never kill it, you just gotta learn to love that person differently when your circumstances change and they do too."

thanks for getting it, always.

**Tomorrow we say goodbye**

Goodbye to you,

The boy with the golden smile,

Enjoy your time in the sky.

much love.

i want you to get me like THEY do.

"get up, get out, get away from these liars,

Cause they don't get your soul or your fire."

Some people get me, some don't.

some of those that do, i wish they didn't.

others of those that don't, i wish they did.

Flowers in our hair

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush. ~Doug Larson

spring time is coming, and personally,I can't wait.

<3

HerE cOMeS tHe SUN

Dear Harriet,

I've starting to feel

We stayed together out of fear

Of dying alone

I've been slipping through the years

My old clothes don't fit like they once did

So they hang like ghosts

Of the people I've been

It's like my heart can't take

My fall in love every day

And I feel like a fool

I have to face the truth

That no one could ever look at me like you do

Like I'm something worth holding on to

These times I think of leaving

But it's something I'll never do

'Cause you can do better than me

But I can't do better than you

~ Death Cab for Cutie

To You, with the heavy heart

I've been there before,
I'll be there again.
I'm right by your side,
till the very end.

I love you

Much Love Mondays

<3 morning tea <3 weet-bix <3 knowing the answer <3 rooiplein lunches <3 people watching <3 The xx <3

I found a new blog, and its beautiful, so i decided to join in on the *much love monday* madness:) check it out at http://muchlove-anna.blogspot.com/

Hope the week is delightful:)

Awake my Soul

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
This weakness I feel I must finally show

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har

Awake my soul
Awake my soul

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lives
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
My weakness I feel I must finally show
Har har, har har, har har, har har

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life

Awake my soul
Awake my soul
Awake my soul
For you were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul
Awake my soul
Awake my soul
For you were made to meet your maker
And you were made to meet your maker

~mumford & sons

*the Box

I gave me away
I could have knocked off the evening
But I lonelily landed my wants in [his] hands
In a way I felt you were leaving me
I was sure I wouldn't find you at home
And you let me down
You could have knocked off the evening
But you lonelily let [her] push under your bone
You let me down
It's no use deceiving
Neither of us wanna be alone

You're coming home, you're coming home

I gave me away
I could have knocked off the evening
But I was lonelily looking for someone to hold
In a way I lost all I believed in
And I never found myself so alone
And you let me down
You could've called if you'd needed
But you lonelily got yourself locked in instead
And you let me down
It's one thing being cheated
But you took [her] all the way through your bed

And now you're coming home
And I'm trying to forgive
You're coming home
And I'm trying to forget
You're coming home
And I'm trying to move on
You're coming home
And you haven't called yet

You're coming home
And I'm trying to forgive
You're coming home
I'm just trying to forget
You're coming home
I'm trying to move on
You're coming home
But you haven't called
You're coming home

You're coming home, you're coming home

I gave me away
I could have knocked off the evening
But I lonelily loomed [him] into my bone
You let me down
There's no use deceiving
Neither of us wanna be alone


~ Lonelily by Damien Rice

miss you

" Till the day we meet again,
In my heart is where I'll keep you friend."

*take my breath away

"...No i don't. Cause in my eyes you're perfect, and i don't want to see you as anything else"

some wise words....

Sometimes, in order to move forward you have to stop looking back. It’s always tempting to stick with what’s safe, what’s comfortable. But love isn’t safe. We can’t trust that it will stay the same. All we can do is hang on... even if we feel vulnerable, naked even. You might never feel ready to move in or move on but you have to because that is how we grow. And growing is what it is all about.


~ Men in Trees