Every Muse Needs A Muse



There are those nights when you get home and there is no one to call and you don’t drink liquor and there is nothing on TV apart from those stupid infomercials and you are stuck with yourself. That’s what they mean by the word terror. Because all I wanted was to be rapped up in somebody’s arms.  I hate being alone. But when I am, I look in the mirror and I tell myself, “I believe in pink. I believe that laughter is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong even when everything around you seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. And I believe that tomorrow is another day. And I believe in miracles. I believe in miracles. And that, that works every single time. “


and if you don’t know, this is my hundred and thirty third blog – the happiest,