Picking out the outfit

Yesterday I went to the opening of Copenhagen's new rock club, High Voltage. Turns out to be a quite awesome club! Some says it's a bit to poser-ish.. But I really liked it. It's hard to find a place where you can both listen to awesome music, have blue hair and dance the night away. Pluuus there are many interesting people in there! And I'm in loooove with the decorations!!!!!

BUT what I really wanted to talk about is getting ready for the night.. I can spend like.. the whole day to get ready if I have time for that. Unfortunately, I didn't have much time yesterday, but I looked alright anyways ^^

The makeup :D
added some red lips later

I don't really own much "party"-clothing.. But I ended up with 4 different outfits I picked between:

This one is the one I picked

But yea, I had a great night with awesome people!!

- Kayleigh

Taking pictures

I do take quite a lot of pictures of myself. That's something I started back when I was 13-14 years old, dyed my hair black and used waaaaay too much liquid eyeliner all over my face. But my sort of embarasing past is not the point of this thread. The point is how much freaking effort you put into taking these pics. You spend time finding the outfit, fixing the makeup and clothes. Then there's the setting, the light, the ancle, the posing. And last there's the editing. Waaaah. It takes sooo long. And I'm really not photogenic at all, so i always have to take like 100 pics to get maybe 5 good ones.. max!! Especially pictures where I smile with my teeth is difficult for me to take! I spent some of this day trying to do exactly that, and I came up with ONE pictures I thought was alright. There's propably more than one good picture, but I'm so picky and perfectinistic, I cannot accept if it's not exactly as I want it - or at least close to.

Buuut here's the result of todays "shoot"!

- Kayleigh

I dare showing you more sites of me

A picture of me, just because, idk :D

Aaaand then I kinda realized, some of you don't know a thing about me!
This blog has only been packed with over-personal-sentimental stuff about my 'deeper' thoughts on life and stuff.. But how can that make sense, if you don't really know the person writing it?? So I've decided to write inhere more often, more about my everyday life, and just be more me, so you can see more sites of me than this emotional mess you've gotten to know so far!

SO! I don't feel like making an introduction telling random facts about me, I'll just begin right away.

Yesterday, I was out to meet up with a group of people using the danish site called Blackmarket. It was really great, and people were so freaking weird, even I felt normal around them. I had so much fun, and I didn't come home until it was about 6 in the morning - even though my girlfriends abandoned me as they always do, because they'd rather be home in their beds cuddled up with their boyfriends - which is fine, I just always end up alone!

Anyways, I had a really great time, and I've slept most of this day away. Now, back to school work!!!

Here's some random pics I found on my phone from yesterday:

 


- Kayleigh

Don't remind me of what I miss.

I had started to accept the situation. I didn't cry about it anymore. I didn't miss the comfort, the cuddling, the kisses, the compliments, the acceptance of being who I am. I was finally starting to actually feel just fine being on my own, and just focusing on myself as a person, not needing anyone else to be me. I could be myself without having someone to confirm that it was alright. It's not like I need approval all the time. But I have always needed to have someone really showing they adore me, just for who I am. The curse of being a human is being insecure, I guess.

I didn't miss it anymore. I was comfortable seeing myself in the mirror - even without any clothes on. I wasn't afraid of saying stupid things, or doing something I would regret, because I was happy with the situation as it was.

But then you came... and why did you freaking have to remind me about how... how much I need to have that person looking at me with stars in their eyes, no matter what I did or how I looked or whatever. Why did you have to make me into this insecure little stupid teenage-girl.

This sucks. Why did you do it. Why did I let you do it.

Sorry, I'm out of words and unable to describe this.

Cliché

Cliché.. that one has developed a really negative tone. And why is that? We call something cliché if it's overdone. That song is so cliché because we've heart it a million times. It's so cliché to bring flowers to your girlfriend because everyone does. But really.. just because it's overdone, it doesn't have to be negative. I would actually say that if a song has been song so many times everyone knows it by heart, there must be a reason why. If everyone brings flowers to their girlfriend, it might be because something good happened from doing it. I mean.. there wouldn't be a million people doing it if they only got a bad reaction from doing it.

Yes, I do admit, I can be quite a cliché girly girl myself. I'm romantic, love when my boyfriend do stuff like making dinner and lid some candles, or bring chocolate on valentine's day. Because all those things make me really happy. You don't have to be original and plan out something yourself. It's okey to be cliché. Most people will still get happy. Of course, originality is great aswell, since it's mostly more personal, but the clichés can be very great as well!

Besides cliché actions, I love cliché fraces.. like
- When you have lemons, make lemonade
- Love is blind
- A little bird told me
- Beauty, freedom, truth and love

I love clichés, and I think the world should stop being so hateful about them, since they're "over"-used for a reason (:

Orgasmic goosebumps

It's the best feeling in the world. The feeling you get right after you got your back massaged. Or when you've tasted your first bite of your new favorite food. Or when you look someone in the eye and know this is it. This feels right. When you kiss the person you love for the first time. Or when you get your first long hug from a friend. When you hear the laugh of someone who's laughter is so joyful, you can't not laugh along.

This is my favorite feeling of all time. When I get it, I really know the person who gave it to me is special to me. That's how I know I wanna stay with someone, and be their friend forever. Or at least for as long as possible. A girl gave it to me a few months ago. We were at work together, and I was really tired and disinclined. Only reason I didn't ask to go home was because I was there with my favorite colleague. She's always happy, and can always make other people happy. I sat at our kitchen table behind the counter and did nothing. Then she suddenly made me an ice cream (I work in an ice cream store). She took a few of her favorite flavors, and of my favorite flavors, put mousse on it, and chocolate flakes in a pattern which formed the first letter of my name, and then a quarter of a perfect strawberry on top.
I didn't even like all of the flavors in the ice cream, but it was still the most delicious ice cream I've ever had, because she made it because she cared for me and wanted me to feel better. She did something just for me, that she wouldn't even get anything out of. That was a special moment! Gave me orgasmic goosebumps!

There's not many people who has ever given me this feeling. But those who have mean the world to me.
Some of my best friends haven't ever made me feel this way, but I still love them. But the day someone gives me the orgasmic goosebumps, I know they own a tiny piece of my heart, and they always will.

You make me smile

One of the first times we met

The first time I met her, I thought I would never be able to get close to her. I would be lucky if I even got a chance to talk to her. She was an unreachable target. Everybody knew who she was, and of course they did. She was amazing. She was beautiful, had the most kick-ass style I had ever seen, was funny and had a laugh so contagious I still can't help smiling every time I hear it. Besides, I just looked up to her. Not as a big sister, more as an idol. The day we met, I had brought my guitar. We sat in the same group, and she asked if she could play it. Just the fact that she talked to me made me sort of speechless, so I just gave her the guitar without a word. I had never felt like that around a girl. Maybe around a guy who I fancied, but this was different. I just felt drawn to her personality... nothing romantic. That day, we ended up talking a whole lot. The day was followed by many summernights with plenty of alcohol, weird people, and just freedom from norms and rules we had to follow when we weren't together.
A year went by, and we didn't see each other much. She started on a boarding school, and was never at home. We chatted on the computer, and texted too. As soon as she got home, her and I became something special. Somehow, we built a bond which to me seems unbreakable. We have shared so many things, and we just know a hella lot of things about each other! Then, I got a boyfriend. He and I were together in 9 months. She was there for me through the whole relationship, and was so supportive. She was the only one I really went to, if he and I had problems. She was very understanding and caring. She made me feel wanted in moments of low self esteem. She was the only person who could make a completely real smile appear on my lips, even though I had just had a fight with my boyfriend. And through the breakup, she was 100% there for me. We talked everything through so many times, and I'm not sure I would have managed everything so well, if she hadn't been there. The other way around, I have been there for her as well. I know almost everything about her, even things she doesn't tell her other close friends. It makes me feel special. She makes me feel special. I really hope her and I will stay together forever - though, sadly, I've experienced otherwise with other close friends in my life /:... but this, feels different.
All I wanna say with this thread, is I really love this girl to death, and I hope I will never ever lose her!
I love you Martha <3

Being silly, new year's eve <3