tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80835934170686177392024-03-13T04:02:25.989+00:00swingingemma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-41341621882045452292011-07-06T21:51:00.001+01:002011-07-06T21:54:04.711+01:00wankstain bolloking cunt face bastard shit.<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">i love how i feel like i die inside on a day to day basis </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>*thumbs up*</strong></span>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-69680435867325834332011-06-28T22:18:00.002+01:002011-06-28T22:24:37.427+01:00key to happiness<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">okay, so im a little annoyed/agitated, so this may seem irrational, or it may seem like a breakthrough?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">a new rule i discovered, why do we all expect so much out of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">eachother</span>?! it is through this blind faith that we are all perfect and will know what to say or when to stop or how to act that we feel most of our disappointment. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">we should all learn our lesson each time the same little mental slap from someone imprints themselves on our emotions. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">its not so much 'letting you down' as just not raising to the expectations i had hoped you would reach?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">GR: stop expecting more from people then they can realistically achieve.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">if we all did this, we could get by without the unneccassary pain of dissapointment.</span>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-34414170521691406332011-06-18T15:05:00.002+01:002011-06-18T15:33:09.061+01:00want<img src="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/content/ebiz/urbanoutfitters/invt/5416421340132/5416421340132_Green_l1.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/content/ebiz/urbanoutfitters/invt/5318426364684/5318426364684_Black_l1.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/content/ebiz/urbanoutfitters/invt/5110426868632/5110426868632_Sand_l1.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/content/ebiz/urbanoutfitters/invt/5110462178855/5110462178855_Black_l1.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/content/ebiz/urbanoutfitters/invt/5126423190021/5126423190021_Ivory_l1.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/content/ebiz/urbanoutfitters/invt/5745425081010/5745425081010_Red_l1.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/content/ebiz/urbanoutfitters/invt/5318460543500/5318460543500_Green_l1.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/content/ebiz/urbanoutfitters/invt/5414462090010/5414462090010_Black_l1.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/content/ebiz/urbanoutfitters/invt/5762462452320/5762462452320_Gold_l1.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/content/ebiz/urbanoutfitters/invt/5126469506412/5126469506412_Beige_l1.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/content/ebiz/urbanoutfitters/invt/5743421960344/5743421960344_Caramel_l1.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/content/ebiz/urbanoutfitters/invt/5114467828596/5114467828596_Taupe_l1.jpg" width="200" />emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-43568287431368742222011-06-05T18:45:00.006+01:002011-06-05T19:03:07.115+01:00the grey cement pavement slabs of reality<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">its june. five days in to be precise.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">no one told me. </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">life is just passing me by, without the curtosey of even waving goodbye..<br /><br /></span><br /><img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm4r6gNar91qc6idwo1_500.jpg" width="500" /><br /><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llz91b5lI71qbq3qfo1_400.jpg" width="500" /><br /><img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm5zt3tBnp1qbox11o1_400.jpg" width="500" /><br /><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk5tjmterv1qat2ooo1_400.jpg" width="500" />emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-46295796092843111862011-05-25T17:16:00.001+01:002011-05-25T17:17:24.121+01:00adoration<img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llravaMQPV1qkzy8po1_500.jpg" width="500" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">i like how ugly it is.</span>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-78720986911654270282011-05-25T17:00:00.003+01:002011-05-25T17:13:25.626+01:00failed mission.<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">fuck the Grammy artists, fuck the Nobel prize winners.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">fuck the high standing politicians. fuck the practised philosophers.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">fuck the tv presenters. fuck the producers and their directors.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">fuck the models. fuck the designers who use them.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">fuck the girl on facebook with 166 picture likes.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">fuck the guy who's fucking her.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"><em>bitter my dear?.. the feeling of inadequacy is a bitch</em></span>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-66123715110601530712011-05-17T21:30:00.004+01:002011-05-17T21:41:33.133+01:00idyllic/idiotic<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">fuck it im going to barcelona...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">well, if i had the money. of course i dont, so i'll just procrastinate a bit more about the life i wish i could have, whilst slowly destorying my chance of getting it.<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">oh the fucking irony</span>.</em></span><br /><img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llcx1u7gtL1qfqlk7o1_500.jpg" width="500" />emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-26130897439679520632011-04-24T19:33:00.002+01:002011-04-24T19:46:29.476+01:00maybe<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">i just need to return to civilisation and accept the facts.</span><br /><img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk2gbdV0qB1qzxhoso1_500.jpg" width="500" />emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-85737217763701978752011-04-21T19:16:00.003+01:002011-04-21T19:31:13.417+01:00STOPemma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-43761826836709649582011-04-11T22:09:00.003+01:002011-04-11T22:21:21.617+01:00ultimate competition<div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">i may be suffering paranoia.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">but walking out in public you involve yourself in a stranger cometition. this may sound stupid, or you might know exactly what i mean. which of you is the most successful stranger? it is completely vein, almost entirly based on looks/clothing/possesions/figure, but then that extra something im still struggling to work out, it lies somewhere between confidence and uncaring, if the stranger holds this, they win, instantly.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uSfDLZGj6d-vL6Y7gUgDMDm8daefVjBbwyoP8wQsAou_m0AW6fsILwOgujQbOfRrQ45sNXho-UTZWGjJkA-OxH6cCY3eCcMqBcmHzQYx7ALysG_w4VG6VH1EL16zTnrjjjDRZXeKsDM/s1600/6_17_10_GeorgeLoisED30036.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 600px; HEIGHT: 550px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594438788103514434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uSfDLZGj6d-vL6Y7gUgDMDm8daefVjBbwyoP8wQsAou_m0AW6fsILwOgujQbOfRrQ45sNXho-UTZWGjJkA-OxH6cCY3eCcMqBcmHzQYx7ALysG_w4VG6VH1EL16zTnrjjjDRZXeKsDM/s320/6_17_10_GeorgeLoisED30036.jpg" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-40799980229873398242011-03-31T20:32:00.004+01:002011-03-31T20:50:43.641+01:00listlessness<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">if my thoughts could be projected onto a screen it would be continuous lists; lists of what homework i need to do, lists of things i need to pay for, lists of jobs i could apply for, lists of jobs that turned me down, lists of things i want to tell people, lists of people i cant trust, lists of the food i've eaten, lists of music that needs to go onto my ipod. i could go on, but there's no point, this post is just becoming another list. and i think i have enough of them going right now for someone slightly obsession compulsive, my head is a fucking mess...</span> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">i can't find my devil's spoke </span>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-18141615232365645792011-03-24T19:13:00.001+00:002011-03-24T19:15:03.848+00:00running away<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oLY0eUtVlXo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-58499791715538288822011-03-24T19:11:00.000+00:002011-03-24T19:13:06.353+00:00the one thing<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1ClCpfeIELw?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-37546975702572371072011-03-13T22:53:00.004+00:002011-03-13T23:01:56.947+00:00school outfit...<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">people think it's shit that we have to dress 'smartly', i like it.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?langId=-1&storeId=12556&catalogId=33057&productId=2234491&categoryId=209724&parent_category_rn=208524">http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?langId=-1&storeId=12556&catalogId=33057&productId=2234491&categoryId=209724&parent_category_rn=208524</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?langId=-1&storeId=12556&catalogId=33057&productId=1889104&categoryId=209759&parent_category_rn=208528">http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?langId=-1&storeId=12556&catalogId=33057&productId=1889104&categoryId=209759&parent_category_rn=208528</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33057&storeId=12556&productId=2094732&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=208543&parent_categoryId=208492&sort_field=Relevance&pageSize=200&refinements=category~[209966208543]&noOfRefinements=1">http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33057&storeId=12556&productId=2094732&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=208543&parent_categoryId=208492&sort_field=Relevance&pageSize=200&refinements=category~[209966208543]&noOfRefinements=1</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33057&storeId=12556&productId=2291757&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=208532&parent_categoryId=203984&sort_field=Relevance&pageSize=20&refinements=category~[209784208532]&noOfRefinements=1">http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33057&storeId=12556&productId=2291757&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=208532&parent_categoryId=203984&sort_field=Relevance&pageSize=20&refinements=category~[209784208532]&noOfRefinements=1</a>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-85978200670972729592011-03-13T22:16:00.002+00:002011-03-13T22:25:36.429+00:00fuck psychodynamic<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li08m8Myvb1qbj0r3o1_400.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">social psychology seems the most insightful.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">its a shame how much of it is completely accurate</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">i miss my brogues being this shiny...</span>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-2337631497065881422011-03-13T16:48:00.003+00:002011-03-13T16:49:57.158+00:00"score a fucking try you silly bastards"<span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">im genuinely scared of mr desmond when he watches the rugby...</span>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-41434934032949306352011-03-08T22:47:00.002+00:002011-03-08T22:53:59.192+00:00psychodynamic approach<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Freud insulted people, or at least that's the impression they give. Of course you are going to be slightly insulted by the man who claims you had sexual feeling towards your mother, hating your father for standing in the way of your relationship, turning into the fear that a confrontation will leave you castrated. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">but more then anything i think people feared Freud. Feared the possibility that there is way more to our minds then we can ever control or understand.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">I know that's the reason i can't stand my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">psychology</span> lessons at the moment. what if this man is right? what if dreams were repressed desires and thoughts? what if I'm exhibiting classic denial and there's no way i can stop it? what if my anal retentive characters will <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">stick</span> with me forever?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">maybe gaining insight to the mind isn't such a good thing.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">i can't help but analyse everything i do now. its like a conditioned paranoia</span>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-23633228197164292482011-03-03T18:45:00.002+00:002011-03-03T18:48:23.682+00:00white noise<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfg32y2Eju1qcg1d9o1_400.jpg" width="500" /><br /><img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lflm1zvvQd1qap7j1o1_400.jpg" width="500" />emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-40693524590475904292011-03-02T22:14:00.001+00:002011-03-02T22:16:31.100+00:00cryptophobia<span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">it kills me</span>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-65926209598426494352011-02-27T14:34:00.004+00:002011-02-27T19:53:13.514+00:00speed<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">when you're stuck in on a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">sunday</span> afternoon, trying to muster enough motivation to get some work done that could have been done multiple <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occasions</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">throughout</span> the holiday, it would not seem as though time is passing with any haste at all. rather, longing out every second in an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">excruciating</span> slowness that makes me want to manually wind my clock forwards.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">however, give it five <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">seconds</span> of thinking over the last month and you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">quickly</span> realise how time is speeding around on it's constant loop, going so fast the thought makes me simultaneously panicked and dizzy. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occurrences</span> of this month make me so happy that i write this with a sickening idiot grin on my face, but the idea that change seems to escalate at the moment, i actually get scared.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">and then once over the '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reminiscing</span>' i get so pissed off with myself. my need to think things over so bloody much is completely uncontrollable, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">im</span> as close to going with the flow as i am with accepting the constant wariness i live in. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">yeah time moves quickly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">atm</span>, fucking suck it up <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">emma</span>. what are you even complaining about?!</span>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-51003694449766667592011-01-21T23:06:00.001+00:002011-01-21T23:07:40.081+00:00yeah, i love my life right now<img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf579xMGs41qbg3wzo1_500.jpg" />emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-19684602216250744002011-01-20T21:17:00.002+00:002011-01-20T21:28:08.467+00:00neutral tones<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">i love him because he made it so hard for the world to understand him. he didn't write his poems immaculately, trying to force onto the world his views. it is simply a confused man putting pen to paper, and doing so beautifully. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">who gives a shit if he contrdicts himself, and dont you dare call him a 'miserable bastard'. who the hell has a straight mind? and who the hell doesn't get bitter about reality. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">he didnt give a shit that the world didn't want to see this side to romance, he put it out there anyway. pen to paper, a stream of thoughts from a man trying to understand the world.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><img src="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/images/features/ThomasHardy-460.jpg" width="400" /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">p.s. i missed you, it's only been two weeks physically, but i have missed us for months.</span>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-2158882255104654992011-01-16T00:09:00.002+00:002011-01-16T00:15:43.067+00:00so close, yet<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leoylwtNbT1qde1gdo1_400.jpg" width="500" /><br /><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcokw9gfy91qzg15po1_400.jpg" width="500" />emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-25766975805861126512011-01-16T00:01:00.003+00:002011-01-16T00:38:26.686+00:001 month, 12 days<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">well its been a while. not since i've written, my draft box is cluttered with the most trivial of complaints, observations and what not. i look back on them with a tragic sigh, as i hit the wall of shame when i realise how wrapped up in my own life i get. its enough to make you sick. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">its like when you're in a exam, the time starts<em> 'right gentlemen, and ladies, you may begin'</em>, your head goes down and the world becomes irrelevant, and your mind hones in on all the things you laughed at in class, words like 'flagellum' suddenly become crucial for the next hour and fifteen minutes. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">and then you're asked to put the pencil down, and you return to the world you left behind, almost dazed as if you were expecting a welcome back. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">in the time im writing, my head goes down and it might not resurface to reality for another half hour. suddenly all that really matters is what im writing, who's reading it and how to get rid of the bloody dusk underneath my keyboard</span>.</span>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083593417068617739.post-39530953839061543542010-10-12T19:20:00.003+01:002010-10-12T20:45:05.555+01:0012/10/2010 20:44<img src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/pathscrossed.jpg" width="500" /><br /><img src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/FNOThomBrowne.jpg" width="500" /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">and im feeling good.</span></div>emma.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16987309418019803915noreply@blogger.com0