Love the life you live, live the life you love.

Don’t you just love those sensationally euphoric days, when nothing can bring you down and the simplest whozits and whatzits seem like the most beautiful things in the world? Yes? Yes. So do I, and am in the midst of one RIGHT now. :3 When I’m happy, I tend to love everything - Sooo this page is bassiiiccaalllyyy a list of some of the wee gremlin’s that pop into my head that I’d say make my life.. well. Lifey. 

• I’m a massive fan of the weird and wonderful - I find beauty in anything that others would consider strange or ugly
• Bonding; the feeling you get when you’ve made a good friend of someone new. The feeling of being understood and accepted for your flaws. 
• Pretty pictures; nature, fashion, anything artsy really. 
• Nature in itself, animals.
• I have an unnatural obsession with teacups, teapots, tea-parties, cupcakes…:’) All that cutesy jazz! 
• Roaming around a massive city that’s completely new, and getting lost! 
• Different languages and cultures. It truly makes Mr. World more fascinating. 
• Floral and lace.
• Incense and candles. 
• Dusk and dawn. 
• The idea of watching the sun come up by a wee lake with the significant other you don’t have. (For those who HAVE experienced this - I will get you!) 
• My ideal first-date: (bearing in mind I’m imagining I live in a small, cozy village. So realistically, it won’t happen unless I move away from this inexcusable disaster of a town.) Going for a dander, visiting an old/used bookstore, getting a coffee, then spending the rest of the evening by a pier or on a beach.^.^  Cheap and pleasant! (don’t say it) heh.
• Alice in wonderland. 
• Long burlesque dresses and Victorian-styled jewelery. I truly do belong back in the 19th century. 
• Jazz music. You know you do too.
• Llamas! The beautiful, fluffy, saliva-spitting creatures. Lets be real here, who wouldn’t want one of these sexy beasts as their bad-ass sidekick? I know I would.
• http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVTnyGyERAA This song makes me feel utterly on top of the world.
• Leopard print everything! 
• Red. I mean, the colour red. Especially the dark burgundy red. Such a brilliant colour. It brings out the fire in me! Rawwrrrr
• Smiling’s fun, do it with me! No really. DO IT ;@
• I sometimes like to think I’m more intelligent than I actually am. It saddens me inside to think I haven’t got the ideal.. intellectual.. element.. to become a rocket-scientist. One day e.e (this counts because thinking i’m more intelligent makes me happy. Happy happy happy.)
• Fruit and coffee. Simple. 
• ^ Tea and fruit could work too. Mmm.
• Wintery nights inside by a blazing fire, a cup of cocoa in your hands (People who try too hard to sound American annoy me, too. Don’t worry. Cocoa is a pretty word, is all.:3) and a pleasant movie on tele. (Bonus if you have somebody to snuggle into, but if not, a big body-pillow or a teddybear shall suffice.^^)
• Old black and white movies. 
• The odd but nice burning sensation of drinking coffee when it’s too hot. 
•  I love how, when Ireland gets the slightest bit of sunshine, everybody practically (sometimes literally) strips down into their underwear and takes advantage of the good weather

also…
duvet days, listening to the rain, thunder storms, Peppermint green tea, Costa’s cinnamon latte, Lady Gaga, holding hands, vintage dresses, heels, books, school & study (believe it or not) and making people smile.I like the idea of trusting someone, although I find it incredibly difficult to trust anybody myself.  and I strongly believe everything happens for a reason.  I have an unnaturally strong fondness for biting, and have a bit of a spine fetish. I envy really boney girls, I will steal their boniness one day. 

I lead an incredibly contradictory life. I want to be lost, and make myself a home in a place completely unfamiliar. I want to be in agony and experience life wearing the same shoes as those who have it rough. I want people to think I’m strange, if not a little insane, and be known for my outlandish impulses.
Yet while I’m trying to get lost, I yearn to be found, and as I welcome agony, I fear its fate. I find comfort in home and sensibility, yet I envy those who think nothing of circumspection.

I’ve always been really, really overweight. But around September last year I started to really do something about that, so here’s a photo to show the difference so far. It’s a terrible example, but hey. 

I’m now really conscious about what I eat, and I exercise consistently. I hate how health-obsessed I am, but I can’t seem to get it to budge.