Happiness has your face.

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Personally I deeply dislike Valentine’s, I cannot remember one year that it went well never mind special. But in the spirit of love, my gift to you this Valentine’s is this free printable gift tag. Right click, save as, print, cut and paste. Add to your flowers, box of chocolates or diamond earrings, if you should be so lucky, for that personal touch. Just don’t propose, that’s plain corny.

A prisoner.

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I identify strongly with this quote. People often say “it’ll get better” or “things happen for a reason” and my personal favourite “it can only go up from here”, which is just indicative of a lack of imagination. It’s all bullshit. Many goodhearted, lovely people die alone, suffer pain, get screwed and many shitty people prosper. I am definitely not an optimist, but I am a PRISONER of hope. Hope is just as narcotic as depression, the two can be very close and equally misguiding. Hope, expectations, disappointment and so on. Optimism is an affliction. It teaches us that if you are not happy there is something wrong with you, you “lack faith” or you need pills, for example. When in reality no one is promised happiness and few achieve it. Most who do stumble upon it by pure luck, sheer randomness or hedonism. I highly recommend the latter.

My mistake.

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It takes courage to say you’re sorry. I’ve learned that the longer you wait  to apologise, the more difficult it becomes, and then one day it’s just impossible. Mostly because it will have become irrelevant. What ever you did no longer matters to the wronged party. Ironically, by that time, right or not, you kinda lose the argument by default. Because your “opponent” has moved on from what you still mean to make right. The sooner you begin to fix what broke, the quicker you can leave it behind you.

Very often adults/teachers/lecturers won’t admit to kids/students when they’re wrong. Google will expose you before you have time to edit the Wikipedia page. You lose your reliability as well as the student’s respect and trust. It tells a student the little bit of authority you have is more important than your responsibility to actually teach the truth. They realise that you would rather compromise their education than your ego. Would you pay any attention to someone like that?

Superwomen.

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I would like to start the new year with a special thank you to the women who held my head above water when I was drowning. 2015 wasn’t an easy year for me and I’m not the easiest person to get along with. Well honestly, I’m a horrible friend. I cancel dates last minute, I give home made gifts, I pretend I’m not home when someone “pops by”, I don’t answer the phone, it takes me days to reply to messages and I generally have a bitchy attitude. I also suffer from irrational anxiety, I’m suspicious of everyone and I seem to attract bad luck like flies to a corpse. And that’s when I’m in a good place.

I haven’t been in a good place. I’ve never had a circle of girl friends. I don’t drink wine, and I’m not a great listener, in actual fact I’m a bit of a chauvinist. But not having a BFF never bothered me. Probably, an only child thing, and most girls are untrustworthy lovers of gossip. Looking back I realise that I hit bottom last year, I was in denial at the time but it was probably quite obvious to the people I allowed close to me. Thanks to a few awesome women I survived – despite my very best efforts. They forgave my fickle behaviour, stuck by when I pushed them away and helped in meaningful big ways. Whether it was drying my tears, giving me money, feeding me, even Valentine’s gifts. They distracted me when I needed it, made me laugh when Corne and Twakkie would fail, and told me the harsh truths when I refused to participate in life. Y’all have been mothers, sisters, caretakers, psychologists and cheerleaders.

Baie dankie aan Mikke, Anika, Hanli, Loraine, Chantelle, Siske, Shane, Letitia and last but not least Michelle. Ek sou nie 2016 gesien het sonder julle mooi siele nie. Ek hoop ek kry die jaar kans om daar te wees vir julle, soos julle daar was vir my. Ek het elkeen van julle fokken klip hard lief!

A font of my own.

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Behold the beginnings of an exciting new project! I should’ve done this ages ago, but I’ve finally started working on my first font. Which I’ll make available on the blog, free to download, very soon. After Oppikoppi of course. But still, very soon! The raw characters need some editing and refining, but getting digital is actually super easy. Watch this space!

Freebie for your mobile.

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I designed this for my Samsung Galaxy, if you have any trouble with the dimensions just drop me a comment with your specs below and I will make one specially for you to use on your device. Happy Friday everyone!

 

Freebie Friday doodle!

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From me to you, just because it’s Friday!

If anyone should want a hi-res version simply comment below and I’ll gladly post the bigger file as well.

Have a lovely weekend!

Touching bottom.

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“You gotta touch the bottom before you can come back up”

*This post is dedicated to a dear friend who suffered a devastating loss yesterday. My heart breaks for you and what your family must be feeling. Love you gnomie.

Heartless.

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There’s a difference between being heartless and using your heart less.

For you but not for me.

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That’s a good saying ‘Hells bells and buckets of blood.’ I usually just say “Fuck it!” Stephen Fry, QI

I instantly fell in love this expression. After some research I found it only gets better. Apparently it originates from this very, very, cool poem:

The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me:
And the little devils how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me.
O death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling,
O Grave, thy victor-ee?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling,
For you but not for me.