and just like everything else-

One day i want you to look at it like i do, and one day i want you to see how 

beautiful it is. 

Its a beautiful sight, 

er' i saw one.

Moterways snake like village rivers, 

Streetlights like a sea 

of orange and blue LED's 

floating on a rolling night black ocean. 

And then there's the anticipation- 

intensifying and accumalating round our feet

like early morning mist-

like the planes a submarine 

and theres a hole in the bottom. 

Some souls clinging on to the seats like cliff faces, 

others leisurely reading a book. then

BANG! rattle rattle rattle, 

and everyones smiling. 

{some because this is the most

fun they've had in weeks.

Others because there just thinking 

Thank god its over. } 

And when your there, oh boy. 

Its like they've stolen the brightest night sky, 

and splayed it over the concrete car park, 

like you throw a royal flush on a poker table. 

And because of the condensation

on the too-small plastic square 

the streetlight stars have halo's 

Like the nativity scene you see in church bibles

only the stars shine like lovers eyes 

and thier held up with sticks. i tell you-

Its a beautiful sight, 

er' i saw one.

yea so, im back. 

Lie and say you missed me. ~

vimto hair

I've got hair like vimto, now. And i'm sitting here with coco rocks for lunch and chipped nail paint.

I've had an amazing week; i've been shopping for cable knit cardigans and watching bad TV, on the roller coasters - arms in the air and queuing in the pouring rain whilst people zoom and fly above me, watching films and eating popcorn, swooning over Chace Crawford and drinking mango smoothies.

well im off on a fast camel-

im in tunisia for a week lads and ladys,
i may be able to get interwebs but im not sure, 
so i'll pass you over to the lovelly constelliation face of a lucia. 
So enjoy your hols people. <3

Spirit Day-

 Because were so cool we support spirit day, a day commemorating alll those teenagers who have commited suicide due to LGBT bullying 

( bullying because there gay basically. ) 

I love the fact that so many buiness and people are joining in this, one of my distant friends is gay, and she is one of the sweetest nicest people ive ever met. They are no different to us. 

Any kindof love is love,
and all love is beautiful.
Spread the word and spread the love and stop others hardship. ~

I remember when you scribbled out my spider. And it was childish and naive, but it broke my heart.
And you. You never listened. We never agreed and always fought, with smirks on our lips, shaking our heads.
Them, they talk about clothes and nicknames. About rom-coms and popcorn. Just like me.
But, you. You give the best hugs, we talk about nonsense, and I drew a heart right there in your diary.

You're just like a brother, in a girly kind of way.
Don't take it the wrong way.
♥

But for now,

 just hold on.

The best of us can find happiness in misery. But the best of the best-

They dont have to.

 

We had eyes like domino's and lips like handshakes and we skipped along gravel fields and danced on the brick steps that the adults sat on and we cried. 

We were young. 

We've got eyes like domino's pizzas and lips like cravings and we run down roads and lie on brick steps that the adults sit on for it resembles bed. 

And we dont cry, we bitch and we lie. And were meant to be 

young. 

I'll ask of you something. 

Will you be young with me? for

"your never to old to have a sweet childhood."  

was never truer. 

So lets skip and sing and laugh too hard and take far, far to many pictures. 

Lets eat whole tubs of ice cream 

and be over enthusiastic about everything,

and laugh at bad jokes and lets give hugs and scream, 

lets scream on halloween and wear pumpkin suits.

Because they tell us that these are the greatest days of our lives, and i cried yesterday and were so cold these days.

Lets wear cat jumpers and knitted sweaters and lets drink hot choclate 

to fast and burn our tounges. 

Because its never too late, that i promise.

So please. Just try it. 

Try just being happy. ~

Well, you could say there's not a lot to do here. 

You'd be right as well,

but that day was a good one. I met you and you bought sweets, that looked illegal and tasted like petrol. I ate them anyway. 

And I remember the sun shining through the trees like that and the rainbow on the road shine, shimmering, shimmering, and fading fast when you left. 

That day was a good one, and it never ended. A night full of ice cream and silly movies about silly girls.

That night was a good one.

And im sorry, but ive never asked for anything but a passing smile.

She wore the colour of christmas on her nails like defiance of easter. 

And she sung like the television and she was as beautiful as a radio in a power cut and i can't remember the last time i saw her cry. 

But my fingers arnt rounded piano keys, there nude canvas's for a girls need for beauty. And she was so, so very beautiful. 

She never said anything, and i never asked for anything. and she walked home and never said goodbye.

And im not sure if im going to miss her yet. 
 today my best friend was going to get a lift with me. and in two days im leaving for tunisa. and tommorow 
she wont be talking to me, and the day after she wont be missing me. and maybe in a week she might miss laughing. 
Or maybe in a week she will have found a funnier joke. 
So I will smile at everyone in the corridor and 
keep singing under my breath. 
And i will get on with learning to try
and make you smile without smiling 
and tie a cherry knot with my tounge. ~

So lets whisper wishes in to washing machined dishes.

So i was in that kindof mood.

Tell constellation face i apologise for the pictures but i wanned to shove em up.

My keyboards dusty and the sun's already set like a souffle. Us, were two girls just trying to forget the bottom of murky puddles and picture the world in all its glory. It doesnt matter that the only way we can is 15 copper coins worth of a black blue box with two eyes inside; the lights look like birds in flight and theres nothing we can do anymore

but close our eyes and hope. ~

"What I Want" Wednesday

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So, now summer's over, now that we can know for sure; I've been getting excited over knitwear and fairy tales, wearing fluffy socks and drinking hot chocolate, smiling through chattering teeth. Today, the sun shone just like it was June again but it didn't stop my fingers freezing and my nose dropping off.

What i saw in a magazine once.

Lil' summary of whats getting me through right now.

Because yes, i know i spelt currently wrong, but im a good fan of raisins. 

Because my hearts colder than my fingers and all my jumpers are in the wash and i cant go outside

for catching a cold and i cant run away for fear of being caught and besides,

the rain down my window pane seems to be running faster than i ever could.

Im still hanging on. I just hope all a ya's grip is a little better than mine.

♥

Oh, do we love tricycles.

I love watching little kids on those vintage tricycles you just don't get anymore, it always warms your heart just that little, like it's okay, the worlds still in place, because girls in bunches and daisy chain smiles still ride pink tricycles down cracking pavements. 

I love buying 3 pound skirts from charity shops, and I love riffling through vintage stores finding knitted cat jumpers with a good friend. I love the way despite the fact its dirty blonde my hair looks honey ginger in the sun and glows like those halo's you see in old wrinkly books and all the pictures history teachers are so keen on. I love rocky road and warm chocolate cookies. I love skipping down roads and feeling the ground under my feet like I really was meant to be here. I love trying on fancy dresses and I love playing with long hair and I love folding paper stars. I love the way the sky looks so French chic right now, all pink clouds and light blue sky, and I love the way the airplanes make straight white fluffy slices in the sky like there sewing machines with wings. I love singing chart music and I love dancing in front of my full length bedroom mirror.

And I love making you smile.

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he sang louder, louder inside the house..

and now i couldn't get him out,
so i trapped him under a cardboard box
stood on it to make him stop
-florence + the machine

Just a few photographs i took this weekend.
1.Too bright flash and me in a lumberjack shirt.
2.We went to this country house for lunch, i snapped this with my little pink cyber shot.
3.Well, It reminded me of neverland...

Lemon Stained Lips, Crumpets and Laughing Fits.

Oh, hello. 

 Its Aaabigaiil here. after around, ohh, an hour? of trying to get this to work, both me and constellation face over there ( lucia. btw ) are well, going to blow your minds with the sheer amount of purple painted pretty things that are guarenteed to make you smile and look cheerful and feel like your eating chicken pie. ( i.e happy. ) 

dear dear i should be on an advert.

ANYWAYS. 

um yea, hi. 

So the other one made it out that im the big one. WRONG. shes the one that takes pictures and wears cat jumpers. I cover my hands in ink and want another pair of sneakers. My aim is to make you smile. but i try my best so you know, cut me some slack.

and er, yea. 

So in getting caught up in her amazing ness try not to forget this one yea? 

promise?

dont take that light heartedly now.

Promise?

i always keep my promises, means alot to me. 

promise?

okay then. 

Enjoy. ~ 

"That has to be our blog name, i just need to spell it right first"

Awkward Introductions.

I'm not good at them, but hey. There's two of us this time: Lucia and Abbey, Abigail, whatever her name is. I'm Lucia, the best one, obviously. I like mango smoothie, smiley faces, pink sunsets, brown brogues, chunky magazines and vintage suitcases. I like to pretend i know what i'm talking about. I never do.

:)

oh and P.S-Abigail's the one that's amazing at writing. But don't forget about me?

promise?

promise?

ok then.