I really don’t want this to be one of those happy-go-lucky posts, so I will announce from the forefront that there is no such thing as instant or eternal happiness (in my opinion). A lot of people struggle with happiness because we often overlook things.
Locked lips and silent screams
Quiet whispers as you walk past
A freak of nature, a mistake,
Limbs burn and ashes fall.
Broken bridges turned to ashes,
Unrepairable, forever destroyed
Reach me not, venomous touch
Destroy all in waves of floods.
I love getting my eyebrows tidied up, it makes my face feel clean (weird I know) but through my experience of threading my eyebrows have had some issues. The hair on my eyebrows is really light so they don’t really show up very well. I’m not a huge make up fan, so the prospect of using an eyebrow pencil was terrifying for me. Knowing me I’d end up with a monobrow somehow.
After winning more than seventy-five prestigious awards the Liz Earle Cleanse & Polish Hot Cloth Cleanser must be doing something right! The company believes so strongly in this product it doesn’t make any other cleansers – just this one!
Many of us fall ignorant when it comes to the issues of the world especially if they don’t hold our personal interest. I am a Muslim girl who has worn a scarf since I can remember. I understand the principles behind it and willingly wear a scarf in my everyday life.
This book isn’t for everyone, full of coloured language, brutal reality, some very depressing moments and dark humour. It’s a book quite like Marmite, you either love it or you don’t. Narrated by a 17-year-old rebel, Holden Caulfield, who is to be kicked out of another boarding school the story begins.
They were like hawks watching their prey, their wrath emitting towards me in waves. The glass reflecting my defeated self with my acceptance of what would come. My shaky palms moist as I brushed them against my jumper.
Screams left her mouth, each an octave higher. Unaware that I stopped, my knees buckled and I fell to the ground. A door scraped the stone floor; her screams persecuted me. Vibrations shook the walls, electricity shot through my spine and awakened me, if under some pretense had I thought this hallucination. Hearing the lashes from the belt whip against her, my skin prickled and blistered with pain. Grunts and sighs echoing around me.
If you’ve never heard of this book then I can say you are uneducated in someway or another. Not in a bad way though – because in my opinion I don’t believe Angela Carter’s, Bloody Chamber is for every soul. It’s for those really brave people who like to venture into the weird and wacky.