Possibly The Best Day Ever

On Thursday, I had possibly the best day ever... It really shouldn't have been good, seeing as I'd had a rough night the night before. However, despite my exhaustion, it was super super good. I spent the day with people from Mentality, filming for our new campaign. That was very productive- everything's now been filmed, and I should be able to share that in a month or two. It was also lovely to spend time with the people I was working with, and just to chill with them. Plus we took the world's cutest selfie.

After that, we went to the actual Mentality session. I stayed there for a bit, then headed to meet my friend Rosalind, ready for our evening out- the last night of Heather Peace's Little Bird tour!! It was an amazing amazing night; the support was really good, and HP was just amazing and adorable and basically just the best thing ever. Of course. I would try to describe it but I don't think I can <3

Afterwards, Rosalind and I hung around for a bit of a meet & greet. Firstly, we had to work out where to wait, which took a while, and involved lots of circling the building... Once we'd finally worked out where we should be, we had to wait for aages... However, we got chatting to the people around us, and that passed the time a lot quicker- yay for new friends!! ^.^ And, of course, HP was totally worth it <3 She was absolutely lovely & adorable & yayayayay. I gave her a letter I'd written, and she signed my notebook, and made an accidental sexual innuendo (at which point I think my whole world changed dramatically) and yeah it was amazing <3 In a parallel universe somewhere, there is justice, and we are married. Agh. My heart. I could talk about this wonderful woman for hours...

As if that wasn't all good enough, I got home to discover an overwhelmingly positive response to a blog post I'd written in the wee hours of the morning and hadn't felt too confident about... That was pretty much the cherry on the top of the cake, and I went to bed dancing on air!!

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Caitlin Moran!!

Last week, my friend CF and I went to Cheltenham Literary Festival to watch an interview with the one and only Caitlin Moran (who I saw in July!!). It was really really good- I kind of want to do a full review, but I don't think I could really do it justice. Basically it was fabby and inspiring and I am totally in love.
Even better- afterwords we ran to the queue for book signings, so we only had to wait around half an hour, which was pretty good considering. We both had a chance to chat to Caitlin and have hugs and it was all really good! I got the front of my notebook signed, and Caitlin and I made a pact that I'm going to change the world. I totally acted cool. Obviously. She was also really amazingly lovely to CF, which I know meant a lot. All in all, a really really good night, spent in great company- huge thanks to CF for my ticket!!

(Apologies that this post was very short and not very detailed. Anyone familiar with me knows I could have gone on and on. Alas, I am ill, and the thought of a bath is more tempting than blogging).

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The Emily Tree!!

Last Saturday, myself and two of the other PBG bloggers (FCC and FCA, both of whom I met in August) had a very exciting day. We joined The Emily Tree for their suffragette march and picnic! It was a really really great experience, as blogged about by the three of us for PBG. However, I wanted to blog about it a bit more personally here...
The day began with a stupidly early start- I had to catch the coach at 7am!! I spent most of the journey reading (The Night Watch by Sarah Waters, in case you're interested) and listening to music though, so it wasn't too bad. I got progressively more excited over the course of the journey- by the time I got to London I felt quite near bursting!!
Once I got off the coach I headed to the Tube, to sort out my travel stuff and to meet FCA!

Obligatory Victoria Station pic

After many many hugs with the fabulous FCA, we headed off to find somewhere to sit and work on our speeches for the picnic. On the way, we passed Buckingham Palace, where my tourist instincts took over slightly...

We eventually settled in Hyde Park, because why not! We got our speeches almost complete and practised them to each other until it was time to head to the march!

(We also took a reunion selfie!!)

We got to the Tube pretty quickly, and worked out where we needed to be etc. However, when we got off, disaster struck as we got really really lost. We tried ringing The Emily Tree and FCC, but neither of them could help us out, so in the end we had to give up on our plans of joining the march :( Instead we went straight to the picnic area, and sat down on a bench for a while. After a while, Lucy (from the No More Page Three campaign) arrived, as did Ciara from The Emily Tree.
We helped to set up the picnic area- one of the trees was covered in the suffragette colours, and had various feminist-y statements (eg, role models) tied to it. It looked amazing, and I loved reading all the things people had written!!

FCA and the Emily Tree!!

It wasn't too long before the marchers turned up- it was so good to see them walking across the park with their banners etc.; FCA and I were gutted that we hadn't been able to join them. Still, I got a picture with one of the signs (the lyrics to a feminist song, sung to the tune of Frere Jacque I think) so that was cool! The arrival of the marchers also meant the arrival of FCC- huge hugs all round!!

Once we were all settled, we had lunch. FCA and I also took pride in making sashes- everyone else had made them pre-march, but FCC brought us spare sashes and pens so we could make ours and not feel left out!!

SO MANY YOUNG FEMINISTS HAVING LUNCH TOGETHER!!

After lunch, the speeches began. There were a huge variety of different speakers. I enjoyed and took a lot away from every single one; it was a really powerful thing, to sit there and listen to so many inspiring people! I was especially impressed by the speech made by one of the girls from the march, who got up on the spot and spoke without any preparation!
FCA and I also made our own speeches- hers was a very moving piece of self-love, whilst mine focused on how easy it is to feel dismissed as a feminist, leading into feminist pride/reasons to keep fighting. I absolutely loved being able to do a speech, and it's something I'm hoping to do again somehow!

FCA being awesome sauce

Lucy speaking about NMP3

Me doing the talking thing

A speech by the relative of the one and only Emily Davison

 Comparing leg hair after it got mentioned in a speech

After, we all had a chance to write up our own things about feminism, and to attach them to the Emily Tree. I went for this one- it related to my speech, but, more than that, it will always be my definition of feminism.

However, just tying our bits of writing up wasn't enough for the three PBG bloggers (or the 'Baby Feminists', as we have lovingly been renamed by Ciara and Alice from The Emily Tree). We decided to get in the Emily Tree itself- and spent about half an hour there, as it happened.

Baby Feminists!

PBG and NMP3 unite!

PBG and The Emily Tree!

Another really important part of the day was the time we had at lunch and after the picnic, when we got to chat to all the amazing people there. I was super excited to get to meet Frances, who started the 50:50 Parliament campaign (@5050Parliament) as that's something I've been really promoting recently. FCA, FCC and I also recorded a vox pop (I think that's the correct term?!) for Kate, who runs '#EmilyMatters' (@EmilyMatters) and has written a show about Emily Davison and the suffragettes, called To Freedom's Cause. There was also lots of chatting to the fabulous Ciara and Alice, who run The Emily Tree, and to Lucy. Getting to speak to so many inspiring people was empowering beyond words, and was one of my personal highlights from the day. It all just made me feel even less alone in what I believe in and fight for!!

Pic of (nearly all!) the amazing speakers

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and it was eventually time for the Baby Feminist to leave ('Baby Feminists out!', as we said). We meandered back to find a station, then very sadly parted ways :(

Final Baby Feminist selfie

The day ended with the coach trip back to Bristol and a much needed sleep... Missing it all so much already now though!! Huge huge huge thanks to Ciara and Alice from the super amazing The Emily Tree (who can be found on Facebook and Twitter) and a big shout out to every single amazing person there on the day!! Please please check out some of the links in this post- each and every link posted will take you to some amazing campaign or group or whatever that really deserves and needs your support!!

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Oh Beautiful Town!

This week has been incredibly busy. Have some pictures from today's day trip to Clevedon. This place is so beautiful and inspiring.

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Farewell to Summer

Tomorrow I start Year 13. Therefore, today is the last day of the summer. Not just any summer. The biggest and best summer I have ever had. The sort of time period that becomes a landmark- it feels so weird to be going back to sixth form tomorrow, because I have grown and changed so much in the past few weeks.
For me, the summer always begins with my birthday, this year celebrated in three parts- with my family on the day, with my friends for a picnic, and with the WombBuds. Soon after this, there was YCF2014, which was a really fantastic weekend. At the beginning of July I started my Level Two swim teaching course, which was nerve-wracking but which actually went really well! I also went up to London to watch the amazing drama group perform (and to take pictures of beautiful beautiful London). I also went to see CAITLIN MORAN, and blogged about this for PBG. Though I was incredibly busy with the swim teaching, I got to go to PRIDE for a bit, which was really fab- so going again next year!! The following week was my work experience, which was very positive (and also involved lots of vegetables and the Playground Cafe). The video I helped make with Rife Magazine premiered, and I felt pretty accomplished (finished the swim course and got my piano results back), PCH turned 18 and I went to the Harbour Festival on my lemon!
The week after I got to see some of the swimming friends, including someone I only see once a year or so, and I saw the WombBuds. At the weekend I went to a party at the place I did my work experience, and also failed at baking, much to CF's disgust. The next week, I went away on a residential with NCS (albeit after missing a day due to being ill). I missed the second week of the residential, but did manage to go for a day, which was fab. The rest of the week was amazingly magical as I frolicked with the elves in Efteling!!
When I returned from Efteling my friend and I dyed our hair and went to the Balloon Fiesta. There was more NCS the next week as we volunteered with Wild Goose and planned our project; I blogged about everything we did here. The same week, I got my A level results and (some of) Cat Family had a sleepover.
The next week there was a lot more NCS; I also went on the radio, which was a huge personal goal.
Finally, I had possibly the biggest week of my life- we did the sponsored sleep-out, I went on an exciting trip to London (for tourism and Parliament and general feminist chilling) and, finally, Team Lucky Cat had a sleepover and did Color Me Rad!!
Wow!! I'm exhausted just thinking about it to be honest. It's been such an amazing summer. I've met and got to know some truly fantastic people; I've also spent more time with people I knew anyway who fit into the category of truly fantastic. Thank you to all of them.
It's also been a big summer in terms of development and growth. I've had some experiences that have really made me think, some to the point of changing me and helping me grow as a person. I'm looking at the world a little differently now, and I think that's for the better. I've made decisions that not everyone will agree with, I've done things that I- don't regret, exactly, but wish I'd done differently. I've really really learnt a great deal, and I am taking so much away from this.
It's just been- well, beyond words. And I know I harp on about mental health a lot, but- this time last year I was really ill, and I couldn't see things getting any better. I've come so so far, to the point of being able to say that I'm the happiest I've ever been. That is so so huge, I really can't emphasise how much that means to me.
Summer 2014, you have been freaking amazing. You have been such a landmark in my life. Thank you for being rad, and thank you so much to everyone I've shared it with. All the love. So much love.
Year 13? Get ready. Here I come.

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London Trip: Sleepover/Southbank

The third (very) exciting part of my trip to London was that (drum roll please!) I got to meet some of the amazing people I blog for PBG with. In fact, I didn't just get to meet them- four of us had a feminist diner party/sleepover on Thursday night, and after parliament on Friday a group of us chilled at Southbank.
I was really really nervous and excited about meeting them, largely because they all seemed so amazing, which made me feel a bit inadequate. Also I was nervous about fitting in and getting on with everyone. However, I really needn't have worried whatsoever. When I got to FCC's house I was greeted with huge hugs from her and FCA. I helped them to prepare the dinner; we also got glittered up (and drew feminist symbols on our cheeks) and Skyped a couple of the other PBG-ers who couldn't attend the sleepover. One of them didn't pick up, so we left a beautiful message for her...
Once the fourth and final person, FCS, arrived, there were more big hugs! We eventually settled down to have dinner- very lovely pasta with two types of potatoes (this made me very happy as I am currently a huge potato fan) and lots of green leaves. We also had THE MOST AMAZING CAKE IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD, made by the totally fabulous FCC.

Dinner!!

Words evade me

Love

After that we spent more time on Skype to FCSA (who has THE MOST AMAZING Scottish accent) and also to FCG, who we managed to get a picture with...

Woo!

Once we were done Skyping, we settled down for the best game ever: FEMINIST CARDS AGAINST HUMANITY. For those who aren't familiar with Cards Against Humanity, it's a card game that can be funny at times, but very easily gets very offensive, and then stops being so funny. However, feminist Cards Against Humanity is not offensive, just absolutely hilarious. It involves cats, and Birkenstock tan lines, and the phallic symbolism of Lisa Simpson's saxophone. Need I elaborate more, or are you sold already?! (A better description can be found here, and it can be downloaded here and here). Just beware- games take a while due to excessive laughter!

This this this

Following this, we headed upstairs to bed, something which was delayed by FCC having a small breakdown over interior design. To be fair, it was some pretty sweet interior design!! Once she had been counselled by FCA, we curled up in bed, and proceeded to chat about hell and feminism and all things fabulous for a while, before eventually dropping off to sleep!
The next morning was more rushed as we all had to get ready and to parliament for quite early. Nevertheless, we had the time to take some cute group pics, both at the house and whilst waiting at parliament!

We're so sweet, let's face it

More group pics!

And a Polaroid!!

So yeah, that was the awesome fantastic sleepover!!

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After parliament, a group of us (three from the sleepover- FCC had to go to Dorset- two more PBG-ers and another girl from the tour) headed to Southbank for lunch.

Selfie on the way

 

When we got there we realised that there was a festival exhibition thing about love, so we had a look around that. I was really pleased- a while back I heard about the 'Museum of Broken Relationships', which is a museum devoted to objects leftover from relationships. It sounded hugely interesting, and I really wanted to go- so of course, it was all the way in Croatia, completely inaccessible. Imagine my excitement when I found out that the love exhibition included parts of the Museum of Broken Relationships... To quote, 'It's in Southbank! And I'm in Southbank! This is fate!!'.

The museum was really really interesting and pretty thought-provoking. It was really interesting to see what people considered important, and to read the stories surrounding each one. 

Example story

 

The exhibition had also been made interactive, with a wall of 'confessions', which I enjoyed reading and then added to.

In an adjoining room, there was a wall made up of Agony Aunt responses from Jackie magazine. They were- interesting, to say the least. We didn't really agree with them, but had fun pointing out the worst to each other!

Agony aunt wall

In the same room was another interactive bit, titled 'Things I Wish I'd Known At 15'. We had fun looking at them and adding our own! There were some really lovely inspiring ones- far too many to upload :)

We headed to the exit of that section of the exhibition after that. Or at least, we tried to, and then we discovered the 'Teen Idol' dress up room. It was fabulous.

We are all teen idols really

Rocking the costumes!

Spice Girl and Bowie

FCY makes a VERY good Elvis

Once we'd finished there (it took a while!) we went on the kids slides and looked in the shop. Then, very sadly and unfortunately, it was time to get a group pic and then to go our separate ways :(

So. That was London, in three parts! Why was this part important? Because it was absolutely amazing and empowering and all round fab. It didn't feel like I had only really known people for a few hours; we all clicked straight away, and I love them all so so much. We all got to be very very radfem and queer and generally fabulous, and that was a really important experience. It felt like finding people who I'd always known- like coming home really. Just getting that time with them, and knowing that there are other people like me was a huge huge confidence/empowerment boost (something I will expand upon a little in my next post!).
I cannot wait to see them all again (hopefully in October... fingers crossed!!) and until then Skype/Facebook/texting will have to do... We've also got plans for a feminist commune, so if you need me, you know where I am! ;)

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A Level Results Day

My Facebook post from today-

If you got A level results today, then a huge huge well done. It doesn't matter how you did; the fact that you did them is enough. Remember, however, that you're not defined by the dot of ink on the thin piece of paper. You are an amazing person, with thousands of talents and strengths. You don't need qualifications to prove that- wherever you're aiming, there are multiple routes to get there. You're made of the same atoms as the stars, and they shine brightly without exams. You're fabulous, and I love you x

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London Pictures

I blogged last week about the amazing drama group and their National Theatre performance. On the way to and from the theatre, our coach driver gave us a bit of a tour of London, so we were able to see some of the sights, first in light, and then in dark. I absolutely love London, so I thought it was fab!!  (The last picture came out weird, but I kinda liked it)

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Akala

Let's put it out there. I am not a fan of hip-hop or rap music. I am not a fan of the culture that surrounds it. I want to stress now that this is not intentional racism in any way, shape or form. It's just that a lot of the culture links to the exploitation and sexualisation of women; a large amount of the hip-hop and rap that I've been exposed to is really quite misogynistic.
However.
On Wednesday I went to the launch of Rife Magazine, a new online platform produced by the youth of Bristol for the youth of Bristol. It's all very exciting, and I was super-pleased to be at the launch. They had a rapper called Akala, who got up and spoke for a while before doing an a capella piece. His speech was really interesting and inspiring; he spoke about how he started off following the norms of the genre, but gradually came to see that he needed to stick to his principles. He talked about how he'd grown up with relatives who were involved in organised crime, and how they told him that, though he might think they were cool, they didn't want him to choose the lives they had; he also spoke about how he learnt about his own history, and didn't rely on the ethnocentric history delivered in the national curriculum (reminiscent of John Agard's 'Checking Out Me History'). Having been moved by his speech, I was even more moved by his performance, which was truly amazing. I've found a version of it on Spotify, and would really really urge you to have a listen- a little long, maybe, but utterly worth it!! Though my views on hip hop and rap in general have not changed, I am quite definitely a big fan of this!

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Musical Stuff

My two favourite songs at the moment. The first is just breath-taking, and beautiful. It's called The Fault In Our Stars, and is by a guy called Troye Sivan (famous Youtuber, apparently), who wrote it after reading the book of the same name. He put it up on Youtube, and everyone wanted him to make a music video, so he spent a day with teenage cancer patients (particularly two girls called Kimmy and Montana), and the footage was used to create the video. It's a really lovely video- it's not sad and tragic, it's happy and hopeful and shows the patients being them. He also posted links to Kimmy and Montana's social networking sites. I looked at both the sites, and was really upset when I found that Kimmy's Twitter is now largely inactive- she died in December 2013. Made the music video all the more hard-hitting, to see this lovely girl and know that she's no longer with us. Also, the song isn't explicitly about cancer, it's just relateable and perfect in every way.
The second song is by this wonderful woman- there's something about the chorus that I really can't get enough of!!

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How To: Easter Egg Nets

***This is a scheduled post***

Following on from my post about the craft fair, I thought I'd share with you my favourite craft from the kids activity zone: the egg nets. It was a really simple thing to do, but looked elegant and beautiful!!

You will need:
- Circular pieces of netting/sheer material (any size really, try a few and see what works best!)
- Mini eggs
- Fake flowers with bendy stems (or ribbon!)

Literally all you need to do is lay the material on a flat surface (or even cup it in your hand!) and put the mini eggs in the middle- we used five for each, but you can alter that depending on size of material and whatnot. Then, gather the material into a bunch at the top so that the eggs are fully enclosed. Twist it round to tighten and create a narrower part, then wrap the flower/ribbon around there- this looks best if it's done quite tightly. Voila! You have an egg net!
As I said, it looks really effective, and it can be changed to suit any purpose really- for example, you could use sweets instead of eggs to create something less seasonal, or you could even use glass pebbles or similar to create a decoration!

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A Good Day (Kait Rokowski)

This is a poem by Kait Rokowski. It is far beyond amazing, and aptly sums up so much. It's one that's touched me really personally, and I hope others find it just as beautiful. As it explains- when someone has issues with their mental health, the whole definitions of words such as 'good' begin to change. You no longer rate things the same way; to recover, you have to look at the world differently, in light of your struggles. As I said in the post about being ill, I'm surprised that my mood's stayed reasonably high- and that makes it a good day, because I could be worse. There are days when nothing much happens, when maybe I just revise all day or tidy or something like that- but that's good, because there were times too when that didn't happen. It's a different definition of a good day: but it's a good day.

Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,
Took the bus home,
Carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
And cooked myself dinner.
You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
Worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
Only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
And slept like a rock.
Flossed in the morning,
Locked my door,
And remembered to buy eggs.
My mother is proud of me.
It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course,
She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
But she is proud.
See, she remembers what came before this.
The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
How I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
These were the bad days.
My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs,
Depression, is a good lover.
So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
Today, I slept in until 10,
Cleaned every dish I own,
Fought with the bank,
Took care of paperwork.
You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
But I don’t speak for others anymore,
And I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burnt down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
And it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
Or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, “it was a good day.”

As I said at the top, this poem is by Kait Rokowski- please please go check her out!!

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Instructions For A Bad Day- Shane Koyczan

I've just had one of those moments where you find exactly the thing you need to find... Read this, and I hope that if you need it, it'll help- if you don't, maybe it'll still give you something to think about. This poet is phenomenal.

There will be bad days. Be calm. Loosen your grip, opening each palm slowly now. Let go. Be confident. Know that now is only a moment, and that if today is as bad as it gets, understand that by tomorrow, today will have ended. Be gracious. Accept each extended hand offered, to pull you back from the somewhere you cannot escape. Be diligent. Scrape the gray sky clean. Realize every dark cloud is a smoke screen meant to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not - the sun and moon are still there and always there is light. Be forthright. Despite your instinct to say "it's alright, I'm okay" - be honest. Say how you feel without fear or guilt, without remorse or complexity. Be lucid in your explanation, be sterling in your oppose. If you think for one second no one knows what you've been going through; be accepting of the fact that you are wrong, that the long drawn and heavy breaths of despair have at times been felt by everyone - that pain is part of the human condition and that alone makes you a legion. We hungry underdogs, we risers with dawn, we dissmisser's of odds, we blesser's of on – we will station ourselves to the calm. We will hold ourselves to the steady, be ready player one. Life is going to come at you armed with hard times and tough choices, your voice is your weapon, your thoughts ammunition – there are no free extra men, be aware that as the instant now passes, it exists now as then. So be a mirror reflecting yourself back, and remembering the times when you thought all of this was too hard and you'd never make it through. Remember the times you could have pressed quit – but you hit continue. Be forgiving. Living with the burden of anger, is not living. Giving your focus to wrath will leave your entire self absent of what you need. Love and hate are beasts and the one that grows is the one you feed. Be persistent. Be the weed growing through the cracks in the cement, beautiful - because it doesn't know it's not supposed to grow there. Be resolute. Declare what you accept as true in a way that envisions the resolve with which you accept it. If you are having a good day, be considerate. A simple smile could be the first-aid kit that someone has been looking for. If you believe with absolute honesty that you are doing everything you can - do more. There will be bad days, Times when the world weighs on you for so long it leaves you looking for an easy way out. There will be moments when the drought of joy seems unending. Instances spent pretending that everything is alright when it clearly is not, check your blind spot. See that love is still there, be patient. Every nightmare has a beginning, but every bad day has an end. Ignore what others have called you. I am calling you friend. Make us comprehend the urgency of your crisis. Silence left to its own devices, breed's silence. So speak and be heard. One word after the next, express yourself and put your life in the context – if you find that no one is listening, be loud. Make noise. Stand in poise and be open. Hope in these situations is not enough and you will need someone to lean on. In the unlikely event that you have no one, look again. Everyone is blessed with the ability to listen. The deaf will hear you with their eyes. The blind will see you with their hands. Let your heart fill their news-stands, Let them read all about it. Admit to the bad days, the impossible nights. Listen to the insights of those who have been there, but come back. They will tell you; you can stack misery, you can pack disappear you can even wear your sorrow – but come tomorrow you must change your clothes. Everyone knows pain. We are not meant to carry it forever. We were never meant to hold it so closely, so be certain in the belief that what pain belongs to now will belong soon to then. That when someone asks you how was your day, realize that for some of us – it's the only way we know how to say, be calm. Loosen your grip, opening each palm, slowly now – let go.

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Colour Run

Have you ever found going for a run a little bit boring? Well, what about this? As the website says, the idea is simple- you wear all white clothing and have colours chucked at you. What could be better?!
I'm really hoping I can attend one of these at some point, looks like so much fun!! ^.^

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Where I Live

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Matter of opinion, and one not many understand- but I think my city is crazy beautiful. I'm not referring to my area (I hate my area, it just makes me feel trapped!), but Bristol as a whole, particularly the central and/or more interesting areas.
To try and illustrate my point- quite literally- I found some pictures I've taken of Bristol. They're all quite old, and some of them are fairly fuzzy, but I find all of these pictures beautiful in a way I can't describe.

View From The 'Bristol Wheel' (Short-Term Addition Last Year)

Pero's Bridge

Broad Weir At Night

Fuzzy Lights (Approximately Montpelier To Horfield)

Cabot Circus

St Augustine's Parade/Centre Fountains (With Foam!)

View From Galleries Car Park Of 'Bristol Wheel'

Lloyds TSB Building, Harbour And Arnolfini

Harbour

View From Brandon Tower

Harbour

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