If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to

Howl, howl
Howl, howl

Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground

like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness

And howl, howl
Howl, howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'd ground

And howl

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground

Well, Whaddaya Know?

Bloggers!

How lovely it is when someone thinks of you when they feel an opportunity rise; I have been nominated for a Liebster Blog Award- a little something to help the unheard-of bloggers get recognised. The nominated blogger needs to post eleven facts about themselves, answer the eleven questions the nominator has set for them, while also creating eleven more questions for the bloggers they will nominate, and going ahead and nominating those five more blog lovin' folks.

So here goes- eleven random facts about me:

• I have a mild obsessive-compulsive habit that requires me to ensure my bin is perfectly in the corner of my room before I sleep, and also to make sure that my toothbrush is completely dry before I put it away after brushing my teeth. Don't ask.
• I can't eat a muesli bar or a bar of any sort unless I take it right out of the wrapper.
• I'm afraid of moths, things with sharp blades that rotate very quicky (like lawn mowers and blenders), the dark and falling in love.
• I have a rabbit that likes peanut butter and enjoys hanging out with birds.
• I am a compulsive over-thinker.
• I adore people. Any people. Strangers, even.
• I sing to myself when I'm in the dark (because I'm scared of the dark, remember?) to try to comfort myself until I can turn on a light.
• I love baking and decorating cupcakes.
• Tea, reading, writing and prayer are my cures for everything. 
• I absolutely hate sultanas. Bleugh. *gags*
• I have an irregular heart beat that will occasionally speed up and make it hard for me to breathe. Not fun.

And to answer the questions I was assigned:

1. If you could learn another language, which would it be? Why?
2. Do you prefer the city or the country? 
3. What is your passion in life?
4. Do you believe in love at first sight?
5. Most embarrassing moment?
6. What's something you'd like to achieve by the end of 2012?
7. What do you look for in a friendship?
8. 5 Guilty pleasures?
9. If you could have a beautiful apartment, which city would it be in?
10. Is there a celebrity who drives you nuts? (in a bad way)
11. What was your last dream about?

1. If I could learn another language, it would surely be French. Or Swedish. Swedish is fun and much easier than French, but French is oh-so-beautiful. 

2. I like the city and the country, but if I had to choose, I would probably pick city. I love the lights and the people and the excitement. 

3. People and writing, and they interrelate. I want to write because I adore writing. I love letters and words and the feelings and emotions you can evoke through stringing a few letters together to form a word, and a few words together to form a sentence. I love that words can heal or hurt or inspire or break down. There is so much power in language and writing. I want to be the writer that revolutionises the way the world reads, and I want to inspire people and make people fall in love with literature again. But then I also want to work with people, and build charities that address issues that are often neglected, and meet people and build relationships. Blah blah blah.

4. I would like to believe in love at first sight, but I don't think I do. I think you can be attracted to a person at first sight for one reason, but then fall in love with them for a million and one other reasons. I'm far too skeptical. I personally need to know a person to fall in love with them, because you fall in love with someones soul, and things like souls aren't ever out there on display.

5. Filming an absolutely rubbish segment for a TV show, walking out of the bathroom with my dress tucked into my underwear, flashing my bosom to a poor boy at school, falling over in public, getting tongue-tied during public speeches, oh the list goes on.

6. The end of 2012? That's more or less now. Nevertheless, by the end of the year, I would like to have saved up enough to steadily support myself for the upcoming school year and support the little kiddo I plan on sponsoring through World Vision. That, and getting fit. And getting my holiday homework done. Ugh.

7. Funny you ask- in a friendship, I look for integrity, acceptance, respect, excitement, trust, faithfulness and compassion. 

8. Oooh, five guilty pleasures? Chocolate, 80's music, any cheesy rom-com with Drew Barrymore, opshopping (that's hardly guilty- it's an opshop, come on) and Double Choc Fudge McFlurries. Or churros.

9. If I could have a beautiful apartment, it would probably be in New York. Milan or Paris would also be amazing, but then again, there's no place like Melbourne.

10. Yes, Kim Kardashian. I hate her with an irrational, illogical passion and I wish she would drop dead right this instance. I don't even want to start on why I despise her so much, but just trust me- I do. 

11. My last dream was rather bizzare... I was on a bus on the way to a school camp, yet we stopped off during the night, at some dingy little petrol station where a friend of mine was working (mind you, she is NOT the girl you'd find working in a petrol station). For some reason I was trying to find condoms that eventually morphed into water balloons. Don't ask. I don't even know. 

Now, stay tuned while I think up some Q's to ask the next folk I nominate.

Much love, x

The xx - Angels

Just A Quick Question..

What do you think it means to love somebody?
I mean, not just love somebody in the way that I love my mum, or my best friends or kind strangers, or people who make brilliant coffees. 
I mean, what do you think it means to be in love with somebody?

Does it mean seeing them as flawless? Or seeing their flaws and disregarding them, accepting them anyway, and chosing to be with that person flaws or no flaws?
Does it mean knowing everything about them, like their favourite food, and their favourite colours, and their dogs name and where they went to school?
Does it mean you must like their family too? Their brothers and sisters, their mum and dad- maybe their grandparents, cousins, aunties as well? And must their family like you back?
Does it mean liking the way they dress, the way they do their hair, the shoes they like to wear? Does it mean you fall for their dorky pyjamas or their funny socks too?
Does love sometimes just mean lust? Is it wanting the physical- the touch and the feel of them on you, to satisfy desires?
Does it mean you always get along? That you go together like two peas in a pod, and you're as happy as Larry when you're both together? Does it mean you never fight, or argue, or debate?
Does it mean you always want to look your best when you're with them- wearing your nicest clothes, always done up, hair in place, powdered and scented? Or does it mean that together you're as comfortable as old boots- baggy hand-me-down's and messy hair, with not a trace of make-up on your face, and you couldn't care a cent, nor could he?
Does it mean being compatible? You have matching life goals, complimenting star signs, lifestyles that work well together? You're the planner, the organiser- and they're the do-er, the 'action' kind of person. How's that for compatible? Maybe you're both passionate about the environment, about polictics, the economy, travel?
Does love mean you can picture yourself with that person, five, ten, twenty years down the track? Travelling, a house, a wedding, having children together? Growing old and wrinkly and slowly disintegrating together?

Does love mean all of these things, or none at all? Heck, I'm only seventeen and I may as well have been born yesterday. All I know of life and the world is what textbooks, teachers and the Internet have to tell me. But maybe I know a little.

Maybe being in love is a little bit of all of those things. But maybe being in love is being with that one person whose voice can calm you in the wildest of rages, or rescue you from the darkest corners of sadness and tears. Whose touch makes you feel like everything in the world will be okay, at least for that moment, because you have them and that's all that is necessary. Who takes you away from the world and reality when they wrap you up in their arms, and you have truly never felt so safe, so content, so adored.
Maybe it's that person who you makes you feel so comfortable- like you could have just fallen out of a tree and landed in dog poo and they would still think you're the bees knees. Like you never need to fake anything, never need to doll yourself up in make-up or fancy clothes, for them to love you back. Together you could sit on your couch eating Chinese food from a plastic take-away container, in your tracksuit pants and department store shirt, and it would still be a wonderful night. 
Maybe it's that person who never judges you. Who hears your secrets and dreams and aspirations and fears, who will never tell a soul and never discourage you. That person who will listen and give advice and say they'll be there for you every step of the way. Your biggest supporter. 
Maybe it's that person who has woven their way into your life and into your heart, to the point where you cannot imagine your world without them. They are so much a part of you, how would things be without them? You can even imagine, naively and foolishly, a future with them. Loving them shamelessly, mercilessly, unendingly, through thick or thin, as long as you both shall live. And even after that. 
Maybe it's that person you never tire of, that person you always wish to see, who you constantly miss- even minutes after they leave you. Is that even normal?
Maybe it's that person who- even in the worst of times- you can still love. Even when they've hurt you, reduced you to tears, made you so angry you really just wanted to punch them in the face and tell them you never want to see them again- you know you still love them. That person you can fight with, argue with, get angry at- you give them the silent treatment and they tell you you're being ridiculous. You go back and forth and realise you're not getting anywhere because you're both stubborn. And despite all the fights, you know you would fight for each other- fight for what you have together- with all you've got. You couldn't let this person go. 
Maybe it's that person who surprises you every day- you learn or notice something new, something that enthralls you and reminds you, once again, of the beautiful human being you've been blessed with. You notice a new habit or quirk, you take note of their scent, their feel, the looks they give you. There is nothing more exciting than exploring the depths of another human being. And that's what you get to do every time you're with them, until one day you know their every element, and you are familiar with their soul.
And you love them for it. 

Maybe that's sort of what being in love is.

Well maybe, just maybe..

Another adorable photo, courtesy of 9GAG.

Except this one makes me happy and sad at the same time.