The Liebster Award!

Hey guys! I’ve been nominated for the Liebster Award by the lovely cathyjing99 ! Basically this award lets your followers learn more about you and it acts as a promo, so I’m pretty happy about being nominated!

The rules are that you have to tell people 11 facts about yourself, answer the questions which are given to you by the person who nominated you, and then nominate some bloggers who you think deserve it! So here goes 🙂

11 Facts About Me:


2) I still have teddies on my bed because they make it feel more cozy.


4) I believe in ghosts and anything to do with them freaks the fuck out of me.

5) I’m arachnophobic (extremely afraid of spiders).

6) I love reading, mystery novels mostly. I don’t have a favourite book, there are too many amazing ones to choose from!

7) I do believe in magic…despite the fact that I am a believer in science…have you people seen Dynamo?

8) I freaking love animals. I am all for animal rights and I’m a street team member with PETA. I also sign animal rights petitions on other websites on a regular basis.

9) I want to be a vegetarian but just don’t have the willpower.

10) I have an extreme dislike towards children.

11) I love art and often spend time sketching or admiring other artwork.

12) Okay, I’m cheating and putting an extra fact!  My favourite type of music is rock 🙂

11 questions asked by the person who nominated me:

1. What is the meaning of your name? Does it match your personality?

Well, in French, the name Amy means “loved”. In Italian it means “gentle” or “precious”….I definitely don’t think I am any of these things, but that’s just how I see myself. You tell me!

2. Would you rather have a few extremely close friends, or many friends you’re not close to?

Well, this is a bit of a tough question for me, because as of recently I have decided my new motto shall be, “never trust anybody”. At least not 100%. The only person I trust completely is my boyfriend. Although it is much better to have a few close friends than it is to have lots of fake ones, as I have learned the hard way.

3. Do you like to listen to music? Who’s your favourite artist?

I LOVE MUSIC. Although I cannot pick just one favourite artist, so here comes the list! Eminem, Nickelback, Sleeping With Sirens, The Pretty Reckless, Michael Jackson, Mumford and Sons, Madness, Prodigy, Ed Sheeran, Papa Roach….gosh, this isn’t even a quarter of the list!

4. What’s your favourite season?

I would have to say Spring. Summer is too hot, Winter is too cold, but Spring is sort of a mix of the two 🙂 although I do love the crunch of Autumn leaves and playing in the snow (why does it matter how old I am?) And Summer barbeques.

5. What’s your earliest memory?

My old babysitter pushing me around on a plastic motorbike thingey in my old flat when I was about two or three.

6. What are your favourite hobbies?

Meeting up with my boyfriend, seeing friends, reading, drawing and playing video games.

7. Do you have a favourite quote? If so, what is it?

“If you enter this world knowing you are loved, and leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with” – Michael Jackson.

Pretty much every lyric from Lullaby by Nickelback.

“You have enemies? Good. That means you stood up for something.” – Eminem.

8. What does your dream house look like?

I have a few simple words for you. Home cinema. Swimming pool. Tennis courts. Game room. No low ceilings 🙂

9. What’s your favourite colour?

Green, it’s the colour of nature 🙂

10. What’s your most preferred social media website?

Facebook or Instagram. Does WordPress count?

11. Name 5 adjectives that describe you, and 5 that don’t!

Hmm…ones that describe me: Creative, Loyal, Loving, Unattractive, Chubby. Those that don’t: Popular, Beautiful, Academic, Organised, Optimistic.

I actually have nobody to nominate as everybody I follow has over 1000 followers haha!


Rainy Day

These were taken a few days ago and I only just thought to post them now-I was originally just trying to photograph the trees in the garden and the sky (which turned everything outside a strange yellowy colour, but for some reason did not show up on my phone’s camera), but the raindrops on the window were what caught the lens’ attention first and I thought it looked pretty. I hadn’t even noticed the rainbow until I focused more.




The Window of Opportunity

I was standing by my bedroom window just now, looking out  across my jungle of a garden, my view restricted slightly by the roof of the extension below and the neighbouring house.

My eyes darted quickly to my right as a bird swooped down and landed on the extension roof besides mine. I thought to myself, “quick, get a picture!”. Sure, it was just a pigeon, but I’ve never seen one get that close to my bedroom window before. Plus, the fact that it swept down from the roof above makes me wonder if there are any nests up there. I’ll have to find out somehow.

But anyway, no sooner had I snapped the picture than the pigeon had flown away horizontally across my view through the window.

This got me thinking. Imagine the window I was looking through was not a literal one, but metaphorical. The Window of Opportunity. Now, imagine that pigeon was all of your hopes, your dreams, an opportunity which has presented itself before you in that specific moment, but your contemplation over whether or not to take that opportunity has resulted in it spreading its wings and taking flight. Right in front of your eyes. The Window of Opportunity closes, and the shutters are drawn.

This goes to show just how quickly your life passes by. Opportunities can come and go in the blink of an eye, in the beat of a wing. So grab every opportunity as it appears. Or don’t. I can’t tell you what to do.


Zoo Ethics: On the Cold-Blooded Murder of a Young Giraffe

Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson


I don’t like any zoo, but I am especially outraged by the action of the Copenhagen Zoo in Denmark on Sunday (February 9).  I am hardly alone:  More than 27,000 people signed a “save Marius petition,” when the zoo announced that zoo officials intended to kill the adorable and much-loved 18-month old Marius. Many thousands of other people around the world have taken to the Internet to express their sadness, their bewilderment, and their horror at this completely unnecessary, even ghoulish act.   It caused revulsion in most people who read about it.  It was an execution many noted.  The reason the zoo gave for killing Marius struck just about every ordinary person as bizarre:  He was killed because his genes were too similar to those of other zoo giraffes in a European breeding program.  “He cannot add anything further to the breeding programme that does not already exist,” a European…

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My world lands in a cluttered heap
As it twists and turns
Into unrecognisable deformities above my head,
And crashes to the ground.

As it falls,
I catch glimpses of my past and of what used to be,
Sections of me,
Been moulded and shaped beyond recognition.

I am unable to escape from the monsters which did this,
Monsters which were created by own mind,
Figments of my disturbed imagination.

I look down,
As I feel a slight pressure on the palms of my hands.
I find another pair of hands,
Male and supportive.

I look up into the eyes of my partner,
My lover,
Which hold murky pools of concern
But are strangely beautiful.
Time slows,
And for a moment I am lost in your embrace.

I can see the monsters clawing at the air around us,
I can see the remains of my past, my present, and my potential future slowly, gently, yet with a sense of impending doom,
Floating to the ground and evaporating Into an air thick with tension.

But, unable to move my gaze from your face,
I am numb
Except for the love I hold for you.

Our fingers intertwine.
A weak, frail connection
Which can be broken at any moment,
But isn’t.
This small gesture stands untouched and unbreakable
In the midst of suffering and despair.

And as time stays slowed
And the monsters press onwards,
The connection is tested
But we still are not separated.

Because, the gesture was small
But underestimated,
Frail, yet strong in the face of defeat.
And this gesture is the only stable thing in sight,
The only thing that these monsters won’t be able to eat
And deposit in whispering trails
Into this graveyard of dreams
In the territory of my nightmares.

The blurred terror
Of my nightmare world
Transcends into a whirlwind,
Different shades of red, orange and black
Spinning around us.

It spins and it spins,
Until nothing is clear
And eventually we ourselves are spinning,
Interlocked in an uncontrollable blizzard,
And we spin closer and closer,
Then into each other,
Blending into one unnatural clump of bodies.

The clump pulsates,
Then begins to dissolve,
My mind is filled with black.
My eyes flicker open.
I see ceiling.
I am laying, sweating, on my back.
I guess I was dreaming.
Because the real nightmares are the ones which don’t come to me in my sleep.

“Man” Flu

Recently my Dad has become ill with “Man” Flu. At least that’s what he likes to call it.

In other words, he has ordinary flu, and his body aches from when he took my brother swimming on Sunday and decided to throw him across the pool (not to be cruel- when me and my sister were kids we also used to beg to be thrown across the pool, it’s quite fun).

Now, I’m not saying that I don’t sympathize with him, because I do. He has been in bed for almost two days straight now, coughing and spluttering, with a fever. So of course I feel horrible for him. But no man has the right to claim an ordinary flu to be specific to men.

I get that men don’t go through much physical pain in life, unless it is self inflicted through doing something stupid (my Uncle cutting his arm and belly open with a huge electric saw, for example). But trying to pass off an ordinary flu as an illness which only occurs in males and is worse than “girl” or ordinary flu? Piss off!

Men. IT IS JUST FLU. Women go through exactly the same thing, they just don’t make a huge deal out of it because they can actually handle pain. So grow a pair and get on with it!

P.S. I’m not saying that flu should be ignored or that you shouldn’t spend all day in bed coughing and spluttering, because you can’t help that. I’m just saying, stop calling it “Man” Flu. You don’t hear women saying, “oh no! I have a woman cold!”.

Broken Plate

A while back my Mum was loading the dishwasher, went to take another plate out of the sink and revealed a broken plate underneath it, right at the bottom. The weird part was though, it hadn’t just broken in half or completely shattered, it broke into different sections like…well, I’ll show you:

Weird, right? To this day, I still have no clue how it happened. All I know is that it looks fucking cool. Don’t worry, there is a point to this post. Sort of.

I have assumed that there is a moral associated with this plate coincidence. Yes, that’s right, I am crazy. You’ll get used to it. Anyway, the moral. When something beautiful breaks (plates hold our food. They are beautiful), it may seem bad at the time, but it could just be life’s way of transforming it into something even more beautiful.

Do with that what you will.