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just trying to find an escape amongst the madness.
'Kerri' and 'Eva' hold little significance to who we are as people, “A rose by any other name..” - you get the gist - what they can do, however, is provide that anonymity we need when we just want to step out of our lives for a bit.
They allow us to express ourselves and our opinions without embarrassing our true selves too badly.
Basically, they're the names we use when we want to geek out and let the fangirl loose.
I write lists, I drink too much coffee, I operate in sets of twos, and sometimes, my name is Kerri.
As a musician/writer/inspiration wannabe who fears - amongst other things - ending up alone, not knowing what's ahead, and starfish, the blog helps me find my escape from the real world, where I usually prefer to isolate myself rather than take any risks.
In my last life I was a cat, and this life has found me in the wrong time, but I'm persevering; getting through each day, one at a time. I am currently a forensic pathologist in the making who’s struggling with the fact that she’s not making a career out of music.
At first, I wanted to dance; then, something in media/film. Right now? Well, I'm currently reassessing my life.
After a year of wallowing, working, and dipping into different things, I finally feel that I have gotten to know my true self; and, after an intense year off, I am now back at school, but on my own terms.
I have issues with confidence that I need to power through, and am still more confused than ever, but I no longer feel that guilt for not following through with what everyone expected of me.
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Love is the valuing of life above all else. Unconditional love is the valuing of that life regardless of what it has done or where, when, how, or why. Value the life itself.
something’s got a hold of the little piece of bone in my toe - the second toe in, next to my pinky - and they’re so still; so patient and quiet; just pulsing a warmth into my body that gathers around each part of the brittle structure and freezes solid.
when they decide to yank, they pull the tiny fragment from its place. bones jumble around, trying to find their place in the void created, bumping against one another and chipping chunks off their faces, before it grabs the next piece. another victim of abuse inside an already abused cavity created just for the empty space.
something’s climbing my bones like a fucking ladder, gripping them tight and shaking them in their place. shaking me from the inside. they raise their claw to my sternum and play it like a drum - the beating in my chest coming not from my heart, but from the senseless pounding of an angry fist.
This is possibly my favourite performance of a song. Ever. Ever.
Alfie Boe is fucking amazing and the way he sings Bring Him Home is nothing short of spectacular. It brings tears to my eyes every darn time.
Watch it. Just do it.
And now for some favourites!
Samantha Barks’ incredible performance of On My Own from the 25th Anniversary of Les Misérables.
I’m thoroughly looking forward to this. Just check out the cast! Also, the incredible Samantha Barks is in it, which I didn’t know and now makes me want to see it even more.
This has prompted a Les Mis evening and the soundtrack is blaring. Love it.
I think I’ve only heard one of their songs but I cannot believe some people are denying that they’re together.
Look at the love here, people! Gah, it’s so adorable.
Just.. the middle gif in the second row. And the biting!
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Okay, Dad, I'll give you this one.
- Me: The beans are the worst part.
- Dad: But they're so good for you. And they come in all different sizes, shapes and colours!
- Me: [Sing-song] Just like people.
- Dad: [Gasp] That's why we're called human beans!
This says far more about my state of mind that I wish it did.
I have to say though, cleaning up my mental mess is such a physical thing for me that the calming relief is instant.. so I guess there’s one positive that comes from my OCD.
I was recently reading my Psychology textbook for a test that I had to do and, despite hating reading about various parts of myself like they’re illnesses fit for a case study, I was surprised to find that some things that have plagued me for so long are a part of OCD that I didn’t know existed.
The horrid thoughts and graphic images that I’d previously assumed were unrelated are, apparently, “common obsessions” - I’m not entirely sure if this makes me feel better or worse, but I guess I do like knowing the cause.
Night Owl problems.
My TARDIS cookie jar makes TARDIS noises so loud it could wake the whole street.
It makes after-midnight-snacking so difficult but it’s just too perfect to use as anything else!
Who are you?
“The atoms in your body come from stars, are mostly empty space [and] none of them are [the] ones you were born with. Who are you?”
- Deepak Chopra.
I am a constantly changing part of evolution.
I am a mere speck of dust in the celestial realm.
I am nothing more than a brief moment in time,
But so much more than just a human.
Dear followers,
Sorry for the flood of weekend photos on your dashboards and thank you for sticking it out!
I will now return you to our scheduled programming.
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