February 2010
77 posts
Day Nine. A photo you took.
I take lots of photos. You can see them here http://www.flickr.com/photos/allyjadetakesphotos/
I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore I don’t know what it’s like to land and not race to your door But I don’t think I’m gonna go to LA anymore I’m gonna steer clear Burn up in your atmosphere I’m gonna steer clear Cause I’d die if I saw you I’d die if I didn’t see...
HUMAN ARTIST - Money to Haiti →
Click this link to check out a shot of mine, and some other fantastic photographers work. 8x12 prints are going on sale, with the money going to help the victims of the Haiti earthquake. This is all down to my gorgeous friend Sunny, who has a heart of gold
I have to say, I love my little stays in Portsmouth. Everytime I’ve been down there I’ve hung out with great people, and had so much fun. Today we went to the beach, so so windy and cold, but definitely a good hangover cure. Last night I was pretty mullered. Deaf Havana gig, dancing to Mumford and Sons in Scandals, and then being fire mans lifted back home by your brother. Pretty sweet...
Day Seven. A photo that makes you happy.
1st of January 2010.
This photo reminds me of turning around to my best friend and saying “I can’t die yet, I still have so many beautiful things to see.”
Curing a Broken Heart with Yoga
follow closely…
When you wake up in the morning and the first thing you feel is a sense of loss and directionless despair, get ye to the yoga studio. Welcome a sense of direction.
When dressing for yoga, be sure to wear your diamond earrings. Not the ones that s/he gave you. But the ones you won at the strip club when you were drowning your sorrows in unhealthy...
Write one leaf about a song you learned as a child and can still sing.
I can’t for the life of me remember why, but I know in primary school all of our class learnt the words to The Rembrandts “I’ll be there for you” (a.k.a the friends theme tune) and performed it to people. I also remember learning the lyrics to Can’t Buy Me Love by The Beatles, and Rivers Of...
Day Six - Something that tickles your fancy
Well hello ;)
I have no idea who took this photo, but I saw it on someone’s tumblr the first day I joined. My oh my, whoever took this photo is my hero. The tones, the focus, oh and of course, the pose.
This photograph makes me think of lovers in Paris. It’s not obvious porn, it’s not just sex. This is desire, lust, adoration....
Anonymous asked: Don't worry because some day you wont feel like cutting, no matter how hard things get and it will be like it was a completely different person that used to and you'll think back and say, "wow, that's so weird that I did that." - trust me
the only thing is that since I stopped cutting about 5 years ago I think...when I get sad I feel hopeless like there is...
the only thing is that since I stopped cutting about 5 years ago I think...when I get sad I feel hopeless like there is...
shuweet-deactivated20130513 asked: This is kind of a personal question and I'm not sure that you'd feel comfortable answering it, but do you ever feel like going back to cutting again?
P.S. You're way too beautiful and inspiring to hurt yourself again. :]
P.S. You're way too beautiful and inspiring to hurt yourself again. :]
O trespass sweetly urged. Give me my sin again.
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Write one leaf about bloodshot eyes
I am all too familar with this look. You can’t stop crying, writhing in pain. You can’t sleep. You can’t eat, and you certainly can’t see any hope.
One of the best parts of crying your make up off and waking up with bloodshot eyes, is going to the bathroom and soothing them with a cold flannel. Then walking to your room, and applying...
Anonymous asked: what is ally short for :)
Write one leaf about feeling small.
Midget. That is my current height related nickname. At just over 5 ft 1, I have no idea what it’s like to feel tall. When I see gorgeous models who’s legs go on forever, I get a twinge of jealousy, and don’t get me started about how little you can see at a gig. Plus, trying to reach things at work is a total nightmare sometimes. But being...
Day Four - My Favourite Book
I’ve bought alot of people this book. I could read it over and over again, and I can’t recommend it enough. So much love for Mr Kiedis.
liquorandlovelost-deactivated20 asked: One Artist/Band You Would Recommend To Anyone ?
Anonymous asked: Any regrets?
Write One Leaf
Write one leaf about running away.
When I was about 10 I ran away from home.
When I was about 10 I ran to the end of my drive way (it was a long path), stayed there for maybe 20 minutes (which felt like a lifetime to a kid) and came back home. I’m so lucky to have a beautiful, accepting, and supportive family, that I could never dream of running away from. I feel so sad for the people...
Day Three - Favourite Television Programme
I have to say I don’t watch much tv, but I iPlayer Mock The Week every thursday night and snuggle down in bed and have a giggle.
Here’s a link to the latest episode :)
http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00qykhs/Mock_the_Week_Series_8_Episode_5/
..you can tell I got bored of being serious after a while :)
Day Two - Favourite Movie
I think Baz Luhrman’s 1996 interpretation of Romeo and Juliet, will forever be my favourite film. The photography, the little details, and of course, the acting.
Contenders being Amelie, Requiem For A Dream, True Romance, American Beauty, Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind.
Open your eyes like I opened mine It’s only the real world A life you will never know Shifting your weight to throw off the pain Well you can ignore it But only for so long You look like I did You resist me just like this You can’t tell me to heal And it hurts remembering how it felt to shut down You can’t be too careful anymore When all that is waiting for you ...
I’ve got a tight grip on reality, but I can not let go of what’s in front of me here.
http://www.paramore.net/video/the-only-exception-2/
Brand New Eyes has really grown on me.
Weeping: the release of extra moisture
In baking, just as in life, there are tears when something’s gone wrong. Meringues are only whipped egg whites and sugar; they are meant to be eaten right away. If you hesitate, water will seep between the filling and the meringue, and weeping - little beads that form on the snow white peaks - will occur. There are all sorts of theories in how to...
This is a song for anyone With a broken heart This is a song for anyone Who can’t get out of bed I’ll do anything To be happy Oh cause blue skies are calling But I know that it’s hard This is the last song That I write While still in love with you This is the last song That I write While you’re even on my mind Cause it’s time to leave Those feelings behind Oh cause...
Elephants have been known to die of broken hearts if a mate dies. They refuse to eat and will lay down, shedding tears until they starve to death. They refuse all human help.
So glad I’m not an elephant right now. Poor things. Oh man I need to go look at some happy facts.
Relapse.
Sat here listening to Radioheads “How to disappear completely and never be found again”. Anyone who knows me well enough will know this isn’t a great sign haha. Talking to Owen made me remember something;
“So much shit has happened in the last two years of my life, and I really thought that insert name was like.. well that I’d gone through it so I could be lead to...
When I was young(er) and (more) foolish, I sat in an art lesson and cut the word “why” onto the back of wrist. It was my first act of self harm. Why an earth did I do it? I have no idea. And why I chose the word “why”, I just don’t know. It probably seemed like an intellectual and philisophical thing to write on your arm using a craft knife at the time. I look down at...
Ally: Is it weird that I’ve only just had the “omg there’s a big bird on my foot” realisation?
Timi: hahahahaha. Yes!
Ally: Oh Good. Wouldn’t want to be normal.
I don't know what I've got to do:
mediocrityapplauded:
To stop myself from feeling quite as I do. I sometimes think there’s nothing I’d like more than to just find a comfortable and suitably dank hole to fall asleep in and just not wake up. But then I realise that I’m just an imbecile and I just need to sort myself out.
This feeling is all too familiar. Part of you wants to cry your heart out for your pain, part of you...
Lose my Number, Forget where I live
noonewillloveyoumore:
Disregard the last message I sent you, wipe the memory of the last time we kissed. Forget all the things I said on the phone, or when we were alone in bed. Forget how I smell, how messed up my hair is in the mornings and how I get cold when I sleep. Don’t think about me when it’s 2am and you’re alone in a club, or when you’re dancing with another girl, or when she kisses...
The older I get, the stronger I believe that no-one has a “normal” brain, and that everyone is messed up inside. And you know what? That’s fine. The amount of crap we have to contend with these days backs that up. I just wish it was easier for people to get help, or that mental health wasn’t such a stigma. I feel so thankful for the people who got me help, which defitely...
It kills me not to know this but I’ve all but just forgotten what the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them
that’s when she said I don’t hate you boy I just want to save you while there’s still something left to save that’s when I told her I love you girl but I’m not the answer for the questions that you still have one thousand miles...
Yeah, I probably wouldn’t want me either.
