Oh so true at 22

Let's face it, we don't know what we're doing, what we want to do, or how the hell we are going to do it. We are in our early twenties and these are the best years of our lives.

[elizabeth-davies]

The one that got away...almost

Sometimes you find a part of yourself in another person, and it disrupts your soul.

It’s not quite like looking in a mirror, or finding a corresponding puzzle piece.

It’s like looking through a fogged up window and realising you only feel so warm because it’s so cold outside.

It’s like turning off a light and realising you can navigate a room in pitch darkness based purely on memories you never knew you made.

It’s that immediate emotional trigger that comes with a nostalgic smell or a forgotten song.

A magnetism develops beyond any sense of control,

Logic is thrown away, bruised, ignored, and foolishly forgotten.

And we run, and we fight, because surrendering is not an option.

The thread unravels, the distance grows, and it all remains unbroken, untouched.

But skin remembers, eyes connect, breath catches and we bite our lips.

You resist, you indulge, you regret, you crave.

and we lie side by side, face to face, eyes locked,

miles and miles apart. 

[elizabeth-davies]

The one that's always loved you

  It was dark, and loud and empty in that room but it wasn’t lonely

I stared at your hands, a stranger on a shadowy stage, hair in your eyes.

In a silent little triangle you were looking at me, while I was looking at him

You handed me your set list, sheepish when our hands grazed…

A moment of static, heat and realisation.

  ‘He likes you’, he said, as we walked away. I laughed, ‘don’t flatter me’

But he was right…perhaps.

  Your shoulders were always there, when he cheated and I hated him,

but more significantly I hated myself.

Your arms were always the first place I ran, and at first I didn’t notice

That you held me tighter, held eye contact longer,

Your hand lingered on the small of my back.

  I waited for you to ask me, blushing, looking in every other direction, toes scuffing the ground,

But you never did…. And that was that.

  We danced in the dark, slept in your car

And when I whispered secrets in your ear I felt your muscles tighten.

I plaited your hair and rubbed your back while you threw up,

I helped you out of your clothes and into the shower – true friendship.

  We shared a bottle of wine, you serenaded me in your car and

We were, we are, the definition of chemistry.

We melt in each other’s eyes.

  ‘I’ve loved you since the moment I met you’

You almost yelled it at me, arms either side of my head, pinning me to the wall

It was like a confession, and the truth of it was in your eyes.

  We’ve seen each other cry, and we’ve made each other smile.

You sit in a quiet corner of my soul,

the most handsome man I’ve ever known.

Silently reminding me that you will forever be mine, a part of myself that

Saved me from my darkness and let me see myself through your eyes.

All I ever want to do is be the girl you see, the girl you fell for, the girl that makes you smile.

  In the moments I can’t breathe, I will always turn to you,

And tell you in all honesty, you know I love you too.

[elizabeth-davies]

Wallow

You try and shine a light onto tomorrow but the bitter little pills you swallow mean the future's getting darker everyday.

And you hold onto that black balloon, praying that it will leave you soon but terrified of the day it floats away.

You hate the way you love this feeling, you pick that scab just as it's healing you know you'd rather take that leap than fall.

They say it's better to have loved and lost but if it's the breaking that hurts the most, you'd rather never have been whole at all.

There's never a net that's strong enough to catch your breath and hold you up, when you're drowning in self pity and regret.

Every positive word of consequence you will dismiss, say it makes no sense, the voice of reason you will willingly forget.

[elizabeth-davies]

You can be addicted to anything, or anyone

Quitting people is like quitting crack. You know talking to that person is a bad idea, you know you should stay away from them. Yet something in you just can't bring yourself to do it. It's a full on addiction to the way they make you feel, the way they look at you, or the way they don't and you wish they would. 

You find yourself staring at your phone, tricking yourself into thinking it vibrated. Sending a message and then desperately trying to control your urge to message them again when they don't reply. You find yourself mentally calculating how long it's been since you last messaged them, and how long it will be until you can message them again without looking like a crazy person. 

Addictions aren't healthy, ultimately they are corrosive and damaging to everyone involved. They make you lose your power, your logic and your freedom. They have to be accepted and processed and then you need to move on. But how the hell do you do that when your biggest enabler is also the person you're addicted to.

[elizabeth-davies]

far from home

About four days ago I moved cities for the first time in my life. They weren't lying when they said how disgustingly stressful it is. In a way it feels like I turned my life off at the tap and as of yet i haven't reconnected the pipes somewhere new. 

I didn't have many friends in my old city and now just being physically further away makes me feel even more isolated. I have no idea how to make friends, and I'm concerned the friendships I did have are just going to fall by the way side now that I'm less convenient.

We moved here in part because my partner got a good job. So he's kick starting a great career and I quit my average job to move here where I won't have a job for a while. I'm bored, and scared, and empty and sad. I should be excited but I just can't get there yet.

[elizabeth-davies]

I like your shoes... let's be friends.

When did it become so hard to make friends? I never really had close friends throughout high school and things have only got worse since then. 

Don't you wish things hadn't changed since you were six and met a kid on the swings and told hem you liked their mickey mouse light up shoes and immediately you were inseparable best friends.

The only time anything like that happens now is when you're drunk in the bathroom at a bar and tell a girl that you love her dress then immediately exchange numbers and for that brief moment you're convinced a brilliant new friendship has formed.

It seems like there are very few opportunities to make friends when you get older. You can make friends with the people you work with - as long as you don't work sole charge or free lance like me, and as long as those people aren't pretentious fuckwits. 

My few hobbies are pretty much solitary so I guess I'm a bit friendshiply screwed. 

I met my boyfriend on an online dating site which seems perfectly normal to me but the idea of making friends online seems crazy. Don't ask me how this is logical I have no idea. 

Sometimes life is just a bit lonely and I have no idea how to find friends. 

[elizabeth-davies]

Getting ready for those cold winter evenings..

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I came back from my shower and found him here....

[elizabeth-davies]

DAY TWENTY EIGHT = my boys #100happydays #daytwentyeight

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DAY TWENTY SEVEN = most excellent date night #100happydays #daytwentyseven

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Mike's mum makes a pretty swell easter bunny...

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DAY TWENTY SIX = and so it begins..... #100happydays #daytwentysix

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DAY TWENTY THREE = porn star poses, stitches and all, snoring puppy happiness #100happydays #daytwentythree

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DAY TWENTY - TWO = HOEGAARDEN HAPPINESS #100HAPPYDAYS #DAYTWENTYTWO

[elizabeth-davies]

It takes a real man to strap on a fake penis...

Working at a sex shop provides a lot of opportunity for entertainment, interesting conversation and insight into relationships. 

The other day a large, rugby playing, beer drinking Maori man came in looking shy and nervous. I tried my best to make him comfortable and get him to open up about what brought him to our sexy little corner of the world. 

He told me that he had been in an accident and was no longer physically able to achieve an erection. He had researched on our website and requested a strap-on harness designed for men with erectile dysfunction. 

I can only imagine how hard it must have been for him to walk into that shop and talk to me about his sex life. He said he didn't feel sorry for himself and that as embarrassed as he was he was willing to do something out of the ordinary because he wanted to still be able to pleasure his wife, even if he physically couldn't have sex with her. 

A couple of weeks earlier the Gay pride parade had passed right by our shop. The man said that if those people could come out to their families and march publicly down a street, proud, facing the hatred of an ignorant world, the least he could do was strap on a fake penis and pleasure his wife. 

He said while at first the idea sounded emasculating he soon realised that his relationship was worth all that embarrassment and more.

It was a bit of a challenge not to well up at this point but I couldn't stop grinning. I personally thanked the man for his words and said I hoped I would be lucky enough to find a husband like him. 

People can be horrible, but sometimes they are truly amazing, and even when they are broken, they are beautiful. 

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Ten pictures that will make you love advertising

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advertising is awesome

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DAY TWENTY-ONE = rollie dog impressions #100happydays #daytwentyone