Paper Hearts & Tin Foil Tiaras ♥

The diary of a girl

I don’t recall writing most of this – I love it when I do that!

It’s cold out there – it’s been cold for years – but you turned up and you were like a security blanket that I didn’t even know I needed.
It was a touchless embrace. It was just there – suddenly it was the comfort I had been needing – there were no words – there was no sound – just this feeling, a sense, a need.
Innocent perfection. But there is no perfection so how can that be so? It was a stolen moment that felt so right it’s the nearest to perfection that I can think of but there is no word for that but to describe it in such a way doesn’t sound as great as that moment was – it just sounds like the ramble this is. It needed to be purer than that.
It was beyond charm or innocence.
There was nothing to it but there was everything within its seams.
So much there if it was bothered to be searched for.
It’s easy to speak, to smile to say things without meaning – but what about meaning it – laying yourself out to be vulnerable.
It’s good to take a chance and see who catches you.
You will be surprised who does and who lets you fall.
You will be surprised by why some people let you fall but you shouldn’t concern yourself with them. Good people won’t let you fall – no matter what.
Friendship is better than nothing? What a stupid thing to say – friendship is everything – it’s the best compliment, the biggest thing in life, it will get you through the most and make you learn the most, and will make you smile and laugh. Don’t define the lines that it comes in – just accept it – treasure it – nurture it. Don’t ruin it. Don’t let anything get in the way.
Those walls will only stop you – they will only damage you. You build a wall around yourself to protect you but the heart has wings and will soar away and then it will be you left alone in your empty brick box.
Don’t define the lines.
Lines mean nothing. They are someone else’s opinion.
And what do they know?
I am not someone else’s to draw lines on me. It is not for someone else to try to tell me who I am. I am not that sort of person – you can’t box me up – you should never try – if you do then you have lost and I will slowly fade away. I will be free outside of the lines you are drawing around yourself.
I’ll be the butterfly dancing outside of the windows of your soul – the one that you sealed up and now you want to escape but you forgot how to get the windows open.
It must be like drowning and looking up to see the heart break on your loved ones face and realising that you only let yourself drown because you didn’t think they loved you anymore.
Opportunities flowing through your fingers like tiny grains of sand, but there is no glass of an egg timer catching these grains so you can turn it over and start again – once these grains hit the floor they are gone – done – over.
Don’t ever let things be over.
Life should be a series of loose ends, you don’t know when you might need to pick one up again – or when you need to join some together.
Life isn’t meant to work out how you think you want it to – it will work out how it needs to. How you need it to – whether you know this or not. If you don’t get what you want exactly how you want it – it is because there is a bigger purpose for it.
I’ve seen people throw away the best friend they never had – just because they weren’t open to seeing things outside of the lines.
Find a picture and colour it in, go outside the lines – how do you feel? Out of control and stupid? Like you did something wrong? Those are forced lessons from a youth that has no place in your adult world.
Who gets ahead in life? Those that play it safe or those that think outside the box, the ones that go outside the lines, the ones that take a chance, the ones that don’t sulk but open their arms to the opportunities and don’t shut things down and turn things off, that put a covering over their heart and pull down the shutters and wonder why no one calls anymore. Wonder why people only get so far. It’s not worth the risk. Life is too short for those sorts of chances. We need to feel and if you have too much around you – no one can sense your energy and you will be left withering away by yourself –growing more and more bitter as you go from ripe, to over ripe to some shrivelled up former version of yourself.
Value the friendships and know that we all started as strangers. Think of that next time you push someone away and don’t give them the time of day.
Remember that next time you bite someone’s head off.
Remember that no matter what, people care for you – that you might not know who, or how or why – but they do and don’t go trying to change that – just because it doesn’t fit the picture you created in your head.
The picture in your head is just make believe, it’s not real life.
But here’s the thing – sometimes life is better than your fantasy – but you’ll only know if you stay open long enough to find out.

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Hello lovely people

As you may or may not know I have got a new blog going

I have long since stopped using my blogspot blog and have not been using this one as much as I should.  I feel I tried out many blogging sites and now can’t give any the full attention they deserve.

So…………….please do come over to my new blog and join in the conversation over there.

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I will post here now and then but I want to try to focus on the new blog, be good to see you all there.

Thank you all for your support and hope to be writing with you soon!





In the paper today I saw an article where an 8 year old girl died from internal injuries suffered on her marital bed on her wedding night.  This would be her wedding to a man who is 40 years old.

Nowhere, never, no way, no how should that EVER be ok and to be accepted on the grounds of religion.

I am not one to judge but good grief… 8 year old (and sometimes younger from what I hear) is never old enough for that sort of thing, not just emotionally but most definitely physically.

If this is dangerous territory I don’t really care – the death of a child from something like this is a disgrace.  Heaven knows how many other poor souls have suffered.

There are reports that there is feeling that the husband and the bride’s family should be arrested.  More to the point I think such acts should be made illegal.

If you had sex with an 8 year old in my country you would be arrested, you would do jail time for this and be put on a sex offenders register.  And rightly bloomin’ so.

Religion should be a kind and peaceful thing that some people find solace in.

It should not defy basic human law against a child.


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Just to be…………

I want a cabin in the woods
And a house in the trees
I want to run around laughing
Fall down; get dirty knees
I want to feel the sun
Bringing life to my skin
I want to run on the beach
Find the ocean, jump straight in
I want to have time on my hands
To write, to sing, to just be
I want to embrace everything
Just to be happy to be me
I won’t care for fashion
Or silly little things
I will care about the world
And all the joy that brings
I will live with a light step
Care for all that I can
I just want to be happy
That is my only plan
To be as free
As free can be
To find magic and wonder
In every little thing I see


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