DAISIES

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Hello!

So I had planned for this weeks post to be an fashion post, but my laptop has been messing up and won't let me upload any photos! But don't worry, as soon as I get back home after our vacay up in Daylesford I'll upload the photos and everything will run smoothly again! So for now, here's a little slab of writing I did one night, not too sure if this makes any sense or not (I don't trust how reliable overtired Ash's writing skills are) but that aside, hope you enjoy it.


Seaside daisy. I was that type. 
Common daisy. I am that type
Paper daisy. I will be that type.

Bright, full of life, luscious greens, pinks, whites and yellow. Able to grow between other plants, able to move, bend, fit with others. Able to grow in any condition, with near to no source of water. Bright, strong, able.
I was that type. 

Plain, boring, wilting green, sickening white. As beautiful as a rose to some. A weed to others, a weed to most. Constant care. Struggling to stand out. Growing amongst plants more beautiful, more unique. Without anything but a cry to be pulled out, to be thrown away, to be left as nothing but a copy of another. Common, part of the crowd, wilting.
I am that type.

Dry. Dull yellows, dark browns. No luscious green, no pinks or white. Growing alone. In searing heat, with no water, struggling to hold on, but surviving. Thriving. Fragile to the touch, a single gust of wind and the petals fall to the ground, leaving nothing but a stem, a body with no soul. Slowly fading away in isolation. Barely surviving, dull, dying.
I will be that type.

Unless you save me. 

Ashley xox

PRETTY ODD

Friday, December 11, 2015

(wow what creative blog titling ash)
(and what creative photo rotating ash)

Hello!

Okay i'll be the one to say it, i have been super lazy with posting on here and on my Instagram. Well i haven't posted for twenty-one days to be exact. I know i know, i should really be more on top of all this, but... i'm going to blame that on tumblr.

I've been uninspired and out of creativity for twenty-one days now, and my blog and Insta are looking a bit drab, so when i woke up this morning (at 1:42pm) i grabbed out my laptop, opened up blogger, and started to write this post. Lets hope it's any good.

Anyway, this week i've got something a bit different, very different actually. I've been wanting to post something like this for a while but was unsure if anyone would be interested in reading it, to be honest, i'm still not very sure. I love thinking up new ideas of different content to upload to my blog, but have never got around to doing any of them, so i've just kept up with all the fashion posts, monthly favourites, playlists, diy's, wish lists, daily vlogs etc. and i'm even boring myself with my content!

So I've decided to start a new, sort of series, on my blog with some short stories, poems, and any other pieces of writing i've done. This might just be a once off, but let's just see how it goes, so here it is, my first little piece of 3am word vomit;

Silence. Bliss. 
Laced fingers. A soft kiss.
Cold feet. Gentle embrace.
Sound. Awakening. Heart begins to race.
Eyelids heavy.
Hands sweaty.
Louder, gaining momentum. Worry.
Eyes open, vision blurry.
Two people, two of the same.
Love nevertheless, no shame.
Different name.
Dark getting darker, light getting lighter.
Brighter.
Hands hold tighter. Easing.
Lips brush past each other, pleasing.
Fallen in love with a heart that beats slow.
A heart only one will ever know.
Raging sound. Fear.
Outcome, unclear.
Images of quiet nights.
Painted in black and white.
Colour drained out.
Replaced with doubt.
Body shaking.
Muscles aching.
Pulling away. Alone.
Incomplete.
Without a rhythm.
Without the heart beat.
Curled up, knees tucked in.
Too long since the last kiss.
The last embrace.
Too long since the familiar warmth.
Only the emptiness now felt.
Alone. Alone.
The darkest dark still getting darker.
Defining sound. Overwhelming.
Eyes closed tight.
Drowning in dark behind eyelids.
Hands pressed over ears.
Crying.
Damp pillow.
Light. Gentle.
A soft kiss, careful.
Pulling away.
Eyes open, day.
Listening. Silence.
Holding hands, lips moving fast, guidance.
Tangled sheets.
Again complete.
Silence. Bliss. 
Laced fingers. A soft kiss.


Ashley xox