Bjork, what can I say. A fabulous cover of Betty Hutton's version in 1951..
'It's oh so quiet...'
xx
Monday 29 November 2010
Literally heart broken.
I am the most emotional person to ever grace this earth, i cry at the parts of films which aren't set up to be sad, i cried when i finished twilight - just because it was over (and now i feel like crying after that pitiful confession).
But its true, as far as the metaphorical representation of the heart being the core of all sorrow, love, hate, lust.. whatever, my heart is a complete cop out.
As of last Wednesday, however, i discovered that my heart was actually (in physical reality) being attacked by something other than my feeble and usually melo-dramatic sphere of emotion.
I was diagnosed, after waves of pretty severe chest pains (accompanied by screams, squeals, wails and any other ghastly noises i could muster from my aching lungs) with Pericarditis which is when the Pericardium (or the protective 'sack') around your heart gets infected.
Why this happened? As a secondary factor after getting tonsillitis, why can't i do anything without there being a fuck load of drama involved.
SO i've been pumped with anti-biotics and painkillers since then until today, in which i have finally been released into the outside world, drowsy and disorientated.
Scary times, hold on to your hearts home sluts.
Lots of love from my bloodbox, still ticking!
G xxx
P.s. many kisses to everybody who came and kept me company at my time of need, you helped me retain what was left of my panicked mind.
But its true, as far as the metaphorical representation of the heart being the core of all sorrow, love, hate, lust.. whatever, my heart is a complete cop out.
As of last Wednesday, however, i discovered that my heart was actually (in physical reality) being attacked by something other than my feeble and usually melo-dramatic sphere of emotion.
I was diagnosed, after waves of pretty severe chest pains (accompanied by screams, squeals, wails and any other ghastly noises i could muster from my aching lungs) with Pericarditis which is when the Pericardium (or the protective 'sack') around your heart gets infected.
Why this happened? As a secondary factor after getting tonsillitis, why can't i do anything without there being a fuck load of drama involved.
SO i've been pumped with anti-biotics and painkillers since then until today, in which i have finally been released into the outside world, drowsy and disorientated.
Scary times, hold on to your hearts home sluts.
Lots of love from my bloodbox, still ticking!
G xxx
P.s. many kisses to everybody who came and kept me company at my time of need, you helped me retain what was left of my panicked mind.
Saturday 6 November 2010
Moon River
Audrey Hepburn is just a goddess, throughout the whole of 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'. Her elegance emanated across her career. When beauty was classic; a time when dignity was divine.
Not only this, but as i have recently found out, the late Hepburn dedicated the last 5 years of her life to humanitarian work, traveling across developing countries on behalf of UNICEF, illustrating the provokingly heartbreaking reality of children fighting to survive, fighting for their human rights.
A year after her death in 1994, The Audrey Hepburn Children's Fund was set up by her two children Sean and Luca, which supports many organisations across the world.
You can donate to the fund, or simply delve into magnificent life of Audrey on her website:
http://www.audreyhepburn.com/
A woman who casted inspiration into many spheres.
'two drifters of to see the world
theres such a lot of world to see...'
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