Dane Lovett

Absolutely in love with Dane Lovett's works. I'm not sure if it's because they're just generally simply amazing, or if it's because they spark a strange sort of nostalgia within me. It's probably a bit of both, but either way, he is one super talented fellow. 

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Drip.

I am the epitome of confusion. A biscuit purpose built to crumble. I put myself back together every time but there’s always something a little bit wrong or obscure when I’m whole again.

Perfection, I do believe.

Disposable happy snaps of moments I could relive over and over and people that I'm going to love forever.

Memories that will now live on forever on cheap prints nestled into plastic sleeve beds side by side in photo album houses. My heart will fill and glow and burst with happiness and an overload of other feelings whenever I look at these. Forever, always, perfect.

When you were young.

Sorry for the overload of posts today but considering I scarcely ever post here any more, I don't think it'll matter too much, really. 

I don't know what's going on with my mind! I am in a crazed daze of feelings and emotions I either have never felt before or had forgotten existed. There's just something about some people and the things that they do. I realise none of this dribble probably makes any sense but what's the point in dribble that is easy to understand?

I thought I'd share with you some pictures of the yesteryear, lol. But in all seriousness they're all pictures of me when I was young. I love old photos. There's nothing better than looking through books of old, faded photographs of times you either remember and cherish or don't remember at all. Nostalgia is probably one of my favourite things ever. Love and jazz, my brain is a fizzled pot of overladen everything. x 

I often refrain from posting overly personal things on this blog because I feel as if I am tainting it.
Maybe that's what I'm doing now; maybe it's not.
All I know is that I feel like I have to tell you all that things are changing so very much in my life.
So many things have gone and so many things are coming.

And I really don't think I'm so scared any more.

Glory.

Glorious days with glorious people
Glorious memories made on glorious days with glorious people
Glorious feelings are made during glorious times
Glorious is a glorious word
Glorious is how I feel

Where is my mind?

I could lift the high a littler higher
lead the trains of wander through the fire
your heart will carry your mind far and wide and leave any
controlled thoughts or rationality behind
for who needs sensibility when you have love and eyes
as glassy and wide as the ocean
your heart will beat and fly and you will follow

for in reality, you really have nothing better to do...