I Still Miss You

why do i sit here and miss you

why do i lay here and miss you

i don’t know why i waste my time missing you

because thats all Im ever gonna do

is miss you

ill never be with you again

ill never hold you close again

ill never feel your touch again

ill never lay beside you again

all i can do now is miss you

and believe me i do

i don’t know why you came into my life

it seems so pointless

all the other girls you had

i was nothing to you, you could have done without me

just like you’re doing without me now

although i hate you, i can’t help but miss you

your face constantly flashes in my mind and it makes me miss you

I’m alone in bed and it makes me miss you

my heart hurts and it reminds me of how i miss you

i didn’t think you were good looking to begin with, now i think you’re beauty in its purest form

didn’t think you were funny now your jokes are the only ones i laugh at

i didn’t want to be with you and now thats the only thing i want

and all this missing you only makes me miserable 

because i know you don’t miss me 


this girl makes my heart skip a million times over

this girl makes my heart skip a million times over


i just fucking love you

okay?


self portrait

self portrait


When we were growing up and saw a Ray Harryhausen movie, we were interested in how it was done. But thank God we got to go through the magic of seeing it before we knew how it was done. You were able to get this beautiful, pure, visceral response to something without knowing too much about it
Tim Burton —
OMG I COMPLETELY AGREE!

[6 photo HDR panorama]If my heart were a home it would look something like this. A front door that hangs ajar on it hinges­­­ Because the last exit was in haste. This place was once a sanctuary, but now its just all waste Broken beyond repair, no one will ever dare to enter again. Its now too much of a scary place and there is too much to mend. The windows are shattered not from incoming intruders, but an escapist from the inside. This was once a beautiful dream home, but all hope has died. A certain someone use to stay here, but they abandoned it and never looked back. I try and maneuver through the broken glass and look pass the crack. The crack that runs right through the middle, the most vital part.  This house is broken, much like my heart. The past tenant was what sustained me, without them I’ve fallen apart. Reflecting back to when things were pleasant is something often I do.And this is when I realize therapy and renovations are way overdue. Inside has begun to decay, the walls are starting to rot away. The paint is chipping off, the whole inside has a ruined display. Forgotten about, neglected you could say. Even its surroundings have been left unattended. The faith for this place along since ended. The walls have holes in them, lacking protection. There is rubbish, dirt and dust in every direction. Once the windows were smashed plantation overgrew and found its way in. Similar to when my heart broke and depression crawled in. But perhaps these vines are a symbol of future growth. But most likely they are there to take grasp of what’s left. This constant damage has arisen sensitivity.  The graffiti on the wall reflects my last spike of creativity.  Ripped off cupboard doors like ripped up heartstrings. It’s a sad thought, thinking about what life sometimes brings. The spiders have spun webs from the ceiling. This is a dark place, dark looking and dark feeling. Consisting of jaggered edges and dangerous wreckage. This house is imprisoning like a giant cage. Will it ever feel love again for it does stands alone? The house sits empty, nobody’s home.

[6 photo HDR panorama]

If my heart were a home
it would look something like this.
A front door that hangs ajar on it hinges­­­
Because the last exit was in haste.
This place was once a sanctuary, but now its just all waste
Broken beyond repair, no one will ever dare to enter again.
Its now too much of a scary place and there is too much to mend.
The windows are shattered not from incoming intruders, but an escapist from the inside.
This was once a beautiful dream home, but all hope has died.
A certain someone use to stay here, but they abandoned it and never looked back.
I try and maneuver through the broken glass and look pass the crack.
The crack that runs right through the middle, the most vital part.
This house is broken, much like my heart.
The past tenant was what sustained me, without them I’ve fallen apart.
Reflecting back to when things were pleasant is something often I do.
And this is when I realize therapy and renovations are way overdue.
Inside has begun to decay, the walls are starting to rot away.
The paint is chipping off, the whole inside has a ruined display.
Forgotten about, neglected you could say.
Even its surroundings have been left unattended.
The faith for this place along since ended.
The walls have holes in them, lacking protection.
There is rubbish, dirt and dust in every direction.
Once the windows were smashed plantation overgrew and found its way in.
Similar to when my heart broke and depression crawled in.
But perhaps these vines are a symbol of future growth.
But most likely they are there to take grasp of what’s left.
This constant damage has arisen sensitivity.
The graffiti on the wall reflects my last spike of creativity.
Ripped off cupboard doors like ripped up heartstrings.
It’s a sad thought, thinking about what life sometimes brings.
The spiders have spun webs from the ceiling.
This is a dark place, dark looking and dark feeling.
Consisting of jaggered edges and dangerous wreckage.
This house is imprisoning like a giant cage.
Will it ever feel love again for it does stands alone?
The house sits empty, nobody’s home.


Q
Is that you on the latest picture?!?! o.O xx
A

which one? hah


Q
Hali very nice picture, but i must correct you...you did say "naked" for your 100th follower, but you have underwear on :)
A

haha well that is true
i wonder if i have to take another one then :P


Q
all i can say is, you, are extremely talented. like. fuck.
A

sorry i didnt even see this lol
thank you so much :)


we just saa cute!


Whilst on the plane, I was to draw one picture
as you can see its a Treehouse in a Mushroom Forest, for the one and only Casey Malone.
I couldnt shade or make it look any better coz my pencil case was in the over head baggage area and as you can see i had a window seat and didnt wanna make the person next to me move haha.


caseyjmalone:

I remember the first time I met you and you were nervously chatting about all these bands you were into, you were so cute.
Then the second time I saw you, you got super drunk, super quick on passion pop, juvie style.
You’re the sweetest girl. Don’t change.

umm casey YOU ARE the sweetest girl, dont YOU ever change <3

caseyjmalone:

I remember the first time I met you and you were nervously chatting about all these bands you were into, you were so cute.

Then the second time I saw you, you got super drunk, super quick on passion pop, juvie style.

You’re the sweetest girl. Don’t change.

umm casey
YOU ARE the sweetest girl, dont YOU ever change <3


Stage 3

Stage 3


Being an awesome director of cinematography with the RED epic only the worlds greatest camera (haha george lucas we for our camera before you)

Being an awesome director of cinematography with the RED epic only the worlds greatest camera (haha george lucas we for our camera before you)


Im not a quitter im just letting go of someone who gave up on me

Im not a quitter im just letting go of someone who gave up on me