A Room of Requirement.

My room.
Purple walled,
full of world maps, paper cranes and musicians posters.

I believe now, instead of being a bedroom, it has become a room of requirement. It's now a room of constant residance, obligation and numerous tasks, rather than the initial designated use of 'sleeping'. If I had a real room of requirement, like the one in the fictional story of Harry Potter, I would have a room full of pillows and beds and green tea and soup.

But all I have in here is an untuned guitar, and a pile of work.

Dear John.

~ there is nothing better than being as derro as we are in this photo, and not caring at all :)

I know, when a girl is growing up, she looks at all the romance and rom com films, and thinks.. why can't my romance be like it is in the movies. Some may say that I am fortunate enough to be one of the few to have one of those special romances.

I totally pulled out 'Dear John'. Where some girl (who I think is a little pretentious in the movie, I did not like her acting style at all) meets a handsome man, and they find out they have something just before he goes back to the army. Which, you know, is probably about right for me. Gospel truth, apart from the father and child with aspergers, and a man dying of cancer. Anyway, I'm not going to put this whole blog into my stylistic story format, or cover it with false pretenses. John needs a bit of a slap to the face to realise things.

Dear John (terrible movie)

Thankyou for being here. Thankyou for not having left yet.

Thankyou for letting me be just the way I am, and loving me for it.

I know I can be a bit rough around the edges, or a bit manly, or bitchy, and sometimes just plain yuck. But if you're willing to stick around, then that's the best thing that could be happening for me right now. I love you. Enough for you to get rediculous haircuts and not care. You're sweet and understanding and just down right amazing. Thankyou Thankyou ThankYOU!

<3