June 2011
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today. . . . .
my cousin & grandma from peru finally get here. getting ready to go to the airport. happy days.
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curiosity becomes a heavy load, too heavy to hold....
there are cracks which we painted over so that all would look ok, but those cracks have formed a surface of lies, denial and pain. the truth lies beneath it all, the silent screams we all pretend not to hear, but the truth as we all know will come out and reveal which friends are true my dear. we sit and wait for things to slowly unfold but the truth will never be revealed if this fallacy still...
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rosamon asked: Dear Stef,
I just wanted to say that I love your polaroids and your sketchbook drawings make me smile.
Tis all <3
I just wanted to say that I love your polaroids and your sketchbook drawings make me smile.
Tis all <3
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at this very moment. . . .
im tired, there are books, cds, papers, pens, texters, clothes and much more all over my floor. oh and my bed is covered in this crap and not done as my sheets were cleaned today. reorganisation of ones belongings is tiring. sigh factor is at an all time high: i give it a 10. *sigh*
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does anyone have a cargo collective website?
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you're not the only one, that time has got it in...
i’ve been fighting for the good times, the times when i don’t feel so lonely. i am waiting for a moment, a moment of clarity. where the fog dissipates from my brain and i lose this insanity. can it just be that i am overreacting? or is it just life that bends, snaps and begins breaking? i guess all i can do is try and survive, fight back, stay calm and keep my dream alive.
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