some days I just want to yell,


FUCK




For no particular reason, I just think its interesting to say.

To write love on her ams,

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
...,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.
To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,

Don't let anyone tell you that you're too young to be in love.

From the moment we were born we have been in love with people.
If a person in year 7 says they love someone, good for them,
don't think they are talking jibber jabber.
You never know, they may be.

What is a name?

Why do we have names?
Is it the same as a jar being called a jar?
When we are born, our parents have no idea what we will turn out to be, so how do they know what to call us? My name, Henrietta, means' mistress of the home'. How were my parents to know that when I grew up, I would be a home wrecker?
If someone says to you 'Who are you?'
Saying Hetty Rodda, isn't really telling them, 'Who I am'
We should just reply, 'human.'
or you could get really detailed.
'Who are you?'
'A teenager trying to get through school without chucking a hissy fit,
whos future ambition is to fly balloons.'
Names are pointless I think. They don't really mean anything.

That pretty much sums up everything.

We are all water from

different rivers

That's why it's so easy to to meet

We are all water in this vast,

vast ocean

Someday we'll evaporate

together.

JOHN LENNON

Graffiti I have found

Be careful what you listen to.
It could just be lies.
They could just be full of shit.

Graffitti I have found

"To my mind, the life of a lamb is no less precious than that of a human being."
Mahatma Gandhi

Grafitti I have found

The Definition of Humanity
1. all human beings collectively; the human race; humankind.

2.the quality or condition of being human; human nature

3. the quality of being humane; kindness; benevolence

The one with the red tinted hair.

She is sometimes called a ranga,
but only when the sun shines on her hair.
Her last name is Willy,
and she makes the boys stare.

Kate McWilliam.
One who believes,
one who has faith.
One who will make a difference.

She makes me believe the world can be fixed.
She makes me have faith in the things around me.
And together, we shall make a difference.

where is Mary Poppins at a time like this?

Advertisement is everywhere these days.
I see it more than I see trees.
Except,
If its an advertisement for trees..


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"the people who run our cities dont understand graffiti because they think nothing has the right to exist unless it makes a profit...
the people who truly deface our neighborhoods are the companies that scrawl giant slogans across buildings and buses trying to make us feel inadequate unless we buy their stuff....
any advertisement in public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours, it belongs to you ,, its yours to take, rearrange and re use.Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.... "
-Banksy

"Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a great and glorious nation.
Favourite amongst his subjects was the court painter of whom he was very proud.
Everybody agreed this wizzened old man pianted the greatest pictures in the whole kingdom and the king would spend hours each day gazing at them in wonder.
However, one day a dirty and dishevelled stranger presented himself at the court claiming that in fact he was the greatest painter in the land.
The indignant king decreed a competition would be held between the two artists, confident it would teach the vagabond an embarrassing lesson.
Within a month they were both to produce a masterpiece that would out do the other.
After thirty days of working feverishly day and night, both artists were ready.
They placed their paintings, each hidden by a cloth, on easels in the great hall of the castle.
As a large crowd gathered, the king ordered the cloth be pulled first from the court artist’s easel. Everyone gasped as before them was revealed a wonderful oil painting of a table set with a feast. At its centre was an ornate bowl full of exotic fruits glistening moistly in the dawn light.
As the crowd gazed admiringly, a sparrow perched high up on the rafters of the hall swooped down and hungrily tried to snatch one of the grapes from the painted bowl only to hit the canvas and fall down dead with shock at the feet of the king.
’Aha!’ exclaimed the king. ’My artist has produced a painting so wonderful it has fooled nature herself, surely you must agree that he is the greatest painter who ever lived!’
But the vagabond said nothing and stared solemnly at his feet.
’Now, pull the blanket from your painting and let us see what you have for us,’ cried the king. But the tramp remained motionless and said nothing. Growing impatient, the king stepped forward and reached out to grab the blanket only to freeze in horror at the last moment.
’You see,’ said the tramp quietly, ’there is no blanket covering the painting.
This is actually just a painting of a cloth covering a painting.
And whereas your famous artist is content to fool nature, I’ve made the king of the whole country look like a clueless little twat."
— Banksy

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
-Rupert Brooke

I found a patch of daisies.
The grass was quite green.
In the middle, was a white patch.
I thought it was snow.
So many daisies, all in a row.

When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence. ~Ansel Adams

Fear is a darkroom where negatives develop. ~Usman B. Asif

Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face, the beauty of the earth and skies that man has inherited, and the wealth and confusion man has created. It is a major force in explaining man to man. ~Edward Steichen

"WHEN THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO BURN YOU HAVE TO SET YOURSELF ON FIRE"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tHEGo-g3mw












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LIFE

They were born.
They were friends.
They laughed.
They sighed.
They high fived.
And they slowly turned to death.

MY GODS.

DO EPIC SHIT.
Eat a capsicum.

I want to move forward.
I want to move away from where I am now.
In front of me is the world
and behind me is a hole.
I take a step forward and the hole pulls me back.
It wants me to stay forever.
But it isn't safe there.
I take a stronger step and I feel like I am on my way.
Something flies at me from the world.
I duck and look up at the creature.
Its a child.
It is as thin as twigs.
It's face is stained.
The hold pulls and I have no strength.
I fell myself being pulled.
Blackness envelops me as the hole gulps me up.
Goodbye Henrietta.
Thanks for trying.


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HOPE
"Hope was but a timid friend
She sat without my grated den
Watching how my fate would tend
Even as self-hearted men
She was cruel in her fear.
Through the bars, one dreary day
I looked to see her there
And she turned her face away!
Like a false guard false watch keeping
Still in strife she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping,
If I listened she would cease.
False she was and unrelenting.
When my last joys strewed the ground
Even sorrow saw repenting
Those sad relics scathered round.
Hope-whose whisper would of given
balm to all that frenzied pain.
stretched her wings and soared to heaven.
Went- and ne'er returned again."
-Emily Bronte

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Acknowledge the bad things in life.
Embrace them, Accept them.
And make them better.
Just don't let them swallow you.



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“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”

“Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.”

“There is only you and your camera. The limitations in your photography are in yourself, for what we see is what we are.”

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Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do. ~Terri Guillemets

Night Terrors

I had a night terror.
Everyone from ptea tuek dong was crying.
Tears, millions of tears being shed.
It hurt me. Angered me. Saddened me.
I whimpered, 'Why are you crying. Please please stop'.
They pointed at me and whispered that it was my fault.
I had caused them to cry.
I shrank to the ground and sobbed.
I would of done anything to stop them crying.


It was the worst night terror I have ever had.
I will do anything to stop it from coming true.

INDIVIDUALITY

There is nothing I would rather be, than an individual.
There is nothing I would rather be called, then an individual.
And I would hate to loose my individuality.
Because, in this society, it is so easy to get caught up with everyone else.
To loose yourself.
Try your best not to.
Because the best person to try and be, is you.