alright?
I'm Isabel (not Isobel). I'm frightfully British, tea and crumpets and all that. I'm sixteen, and i'm in my last year of secondary school. I have a rather doomed love of chocolate which will probably result in me dying of scurvy. Being born and bred in London, i really don't have a lot of patience and will forever believe that everyone's moving too slowly, that said, i spend a ridiculous amount of time in the shower in the morning.
i could write you pages and pages about music and what it means to me, but for now, let's just say that it's all there is and all i have.
take a seat; i'll pop the kettle on and see if we've got any biscuits, the loo's just down the hall.
cheerio!
x
I'm Isabel (not Isobel). I'm frightfully British, tea and crumpets and all that. I'm sixteen, and i'm in my last year of secondary school. I have a rather doomed love of chocolate which will probably result in me dying of scurvy. Being born and bred in London, i really don't have a lot of patience and will forever believe that everyone's moving too slowly, that said, i spend a ridiculous amount of time in the shower in the morning.
i could write you pages and pages about music and what it means to me, but for now, let's just say that it's all there is and all i have.
take a seat; i'll pop the kettle on and see if we've got any biscuits, the loo's just down the hall.
cheerio!
x
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theme by heloteixeira
False Perception
Every relationship begins with initial deception,
something that is borne from limited perception
At times intentional, others by chance
As we change our outer selves to fit circumstance
A mask is what we meet and take as a soul
but it takes time sometimes never to know someone whole
and often the deception is self-wrought
making out others to be what we have sought
Initial encounters are little more than plays
as we the actors practice our thespian ways
With clocks passing we can only hope to discover
something that is honest about each other.
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
