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SCRAMBLED MEGS
if ever asked to look at yourself, don't.
your mind is more than your body
that’s more than i can vouch for most
what good is beauty anyhow, when appearance is the only host?
you took form of wind, blew to me
changed the direction of my life
oh how i’d love to be your wife
call me crazy but it’s true
in a haze i found you, now in a daze i’m loving you
it’s not a phase, i’m telling you
-megan
I wrote this one with the windows open/ to let in some fresh air or maybe i was half hopin’/ i could fly away from it all/ find a brighter day/ but im here to live my life/ and ill find a way.
I got to thinking/ you know that it aint so bad/ i got my friends and my brother and my mum and my dad/ and i’m thankful for that/ sorry i don’t show it enough/ these are the people that i turn to when the going gets tough/ what up? i give thanks to my mates and crew/ like the boys say together we gonna make it through/ and the same goes for you too wherever you hail from/ the words may change but we’re singing the same song.
I just want you all to know that i will love you all forever
GREAT song.
I didn’t think anyone could pull this amazing Clapton song off.
Slightly Stoopid nailed it. Such a beautiful cover.
My friend Louis sent this video on to me. You should watch it. It’s a good story.
This is probably my favourite TED talk so far. Beautiful and very much worth 20 minutes of your time.
Just a couple of things I like
shakuhachi day tripper Maxi Skirt
3 recycled glass bottles held in a row with wire basket
have you met miss jones feather oval dish
urban renewal cold shoulder denim shirt
have you met miss jones doe lamp
ASOS pleated skirt collar dress
melody ehsani swarovski butterfly earrings
What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.
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I love words.
So, why haven’t you called? Last time you threw a pancake at my head, but that’s o.k. I like pancake and I like you. I remember the better things. I remember how we stacked our coins together on my bedroom carpet. How we pooled our dirty tobacco together collected from bus stops. I read you Calvin and Hobbes for bedtime. I hunted bananas for you. We made a garden, we made stories, we got wasted and wasted time, wasted it all away until we only had a few things left to throw at each other. To throw at you while you turned away. To hit me on the back of my head when I left. Not even a scathing text afterwards. Bye.
My cat and my boy. They’re kindred spirits.
some of my thoughts
My ambition is to love without narcissistic presumptions that distort my vision of those I love or my feelings for them. To allow people the freedom to be and think offbeat to me without making demands. I need nobody to make me feel whole because I am whole.
To love and be alive is to not cling. The contentment naturally derived from love is not based on constantly calling for something. If we are too fixed on our ‘needs’, we are denying ourselves the ability to truly love.
Believing that someone/something is all you need to make you happy is guaranteed to keep your mind incarcerated. Always feeling anxious and as though I owe something and that something is owed to me is going to prevent me from accessing truth.
I choose to be the roots beneath the tree buried into the cool earth. To assist in the growth of the tree without feeling the need to come up and shout that I am there.
I choose to let go of belief that I’ve fashioned that disrupts the raw process of love and encourages me to feel as though I cannot be content without certain objects/people.
When we see through trepidation, the conclusion is love. When we see without our judgment and yearning, the result is pleasure and the calm delight of being.
It’s all about being me and loving me. Everything around me will fall into it’s place.
-Megan Micallef
