“These streets are your streets, this earth is your earth.”

Let’s get this straight – everyone with any fragment of common sense knows that discrimination is the worst. It’s a form of unnessacary hate and used by those with a lack of education and pent up anger without any real direction to aim it. It’s like people hating cats because they’re a dog person – one cat may have wanted to scratch your eyes out but not all cats want you dead like that one tabby did. No need to hate the entire species.

Fortunately, we’re in a time where there are more people living alongside each other with respect, but unfortunately, there are still people who think they’re some sort of gods gift to the world and they deserve a whole lot more than others. Those people are, quite frankly, a swarm of house-flies breeding uncontrolably and getting into places you wish they’d just stay away from, like, well, society. There’s the ones that hate gays, the ones that hate blacks, the ones that hates asians, muslims, women, men, curvy girls, bulky men, skinny girls and short guys. There are even people who hate pugs, can you believe it? Neither can I. Mind, I can’t fathom why people can hate someone they’ve never actually met.

Here’s my issue: a person is NOT defined by their looks, their religion, their culture, their skin colour or even their music taste. A person is made up of them – and by that I mean their personality, their humour, their mind, their hopes and dreams. Under whatever attire they wear, under their skin, they are the same as you. The same as me. The same as Shakespeare and the same as every celebrity walking down the red carpet. We have bones, veins and a beating heart that pumps the blood around our functioning bodies. We are the same – please, for the love every small puppy and purring kitten, keep that in mind.

Those who have been the victim of discrimination, whatever the reason, I pray that one day you’ll never have to feel that way again. I also know that a majority of you are the kind of people that would rather educate than fight fire with fire, but there are some who aren’t. And how are we, as living and breathing human beings – how people have come to the conclusion that fighting dicrimination with further discrimination is beyond me. Understandably, it’s the concept of giving others the taste of their own medicine, but does that actually work? No, it creates more animosity. The divide that’s already lingering and has been lingering for decades upon decades only grows bigger. This is not how we should be dealing with it.

In a perfect world, everyone would live happily next to each other. Every person in this world would sit side by side with the ability to respect and accept every difference. But until we learn that education, knowledge and compassion is the most powerful way of tackeling these issues – by giving these hateful people what they want (and most of all, that is a reaction generated through anger) is only making it worse. We need to stand by each other, learn that love is love and if there are people that don’t love you, then show them it’s their loss for not loving you.

Each and every person is beautiful. You’re worth the earth, so please, don’t let the ugliness of others turn you the same way. I stand by you, and so do a million others.

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Adventures.

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This is the view of Swansea from the top of a random mountain a friend dragged me up. I knew I would be climbing a mountain, but I didn’t expect to be walking up a hill that felt like a 90 degree vertical angle. It was painful on the calves, rough on the lungs but definitely worth it for the experience. Through chattering lips as the bitter cold stung us (even through blankets and coats), we sat on top of this mountain, overlooking the city and watched life go by while our time stood completely still. While the picture doesn’t do it much justice, I encourage everyone to go out and experience something similar to what I did yesterday. It’s only something small, but it makes you appreciate things a whole lot more.

You look down and you can see the cars driving up and down the roads, stopping and starting at traffic lights or at their destination. It’s like imagining how many people are listening to what, how many people are in complete silence. How many people are having the best time of their lives at that precise moment, laughing until their faces ache and stomach stings? Or how many people are having the worst time of their life, arguing with their better halves as I was sat there on top of this mountain experiencing something entirely new to me? It’s strange to think of all these different lives going on in one area, and that’s just a city. There’s a whole world out there. Filled with people and their lives, filled with lights just like this, filled with love and compassion, hate and regret. There’s  millions of different emotions being felt in just one second, and while you’re watching this tiny city go about it’s business, you truly realise that this world is huge and right now you could be anywhere, but you’re here. You’re feeling, breathing, living, just like every one else is. You’re not alone and even when things aren’t going your way, just remember that there’s a million different people feeling somewhat similar. Life isn’t going to stop for you just like it doesn’t stop for anyone else, but you can shape your life into what you want it to be.

That’s not the only spectacular thing that I came to realise while shivering and cupping numb hands. Not only is there a whole world going on below you but if you take a look up, you’re staring out into the unknown. Into a galaxy; a universe unexplored and unidentified. There’s planets spinning, volcanos blowing, stars dying and in turn a life of a new star. Not only is the inhabitents of this world doing completely different things and living in all these different ways, but there’s a whole unexplored universe out there and who knows what goes on out there.

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“Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend.”[short]

I was fourteen; you were sixteen when it happened. I had known you for two years after living in the same street since, well, forever. I don’t remember you moving in or actually being introduced to you, we just kind of passed each other and the older I got, the more pleasentries we would share. It was only when you stumbled home from a house party in the middle of summer that you found me hiding up on the concrete steps with tears in my eyes. I think you were too scared to go home too, which is why you stopped to talk. And I needed someone to talk to, which is why I actually spoke to you. You were the stranger I needed to confide in; you gave me the perspective that I needed. You eventually showed me the outlet that I needed and I’ll never believe the people that told me you were a bad influence, because without you, I wouldn’t have made it.

We started speaking more. Bumping into each other more. We stopped the pleasentries and moved into conversation. We compared scars and compared our new bruises over energy drinks and vodka shots. We played music on what would now be considered an ancient brick phone and shared memories that only we could make. Because eventually we became a we. An us. Not in the sense of a relationship, but we became inseperable. School would finish and we would ride our bikes up to the yard where I kept my pony and we would sit in the stable in silence, away from the world for hours until we rode back, shared your last cigarette and said our goodbyes. I’d stand in the doorway and watch you until you faded into darkness before I ascended to my own room with the feeling that things may just get better as long as I had you fighting the world with me.

It was a Thursday when it happened. I hadn’t seen you in the street or online for two days, but that didn’t worry me. It was summer and I knew you had people to see and things to do, the same as myself. But it was the third night after coming home from the stables did I need you. I wanted to talk to you. To tell you that things felt bad inside my head, to have that all important punch in the arm and a badly rolled cigarette to make me feel like there was some kind of purpose for me in this world. After a quick bath, something to eat and a cup of tea, I left and walked down the road to your door. That’s when I knew. Your window wasn’t open and the curtains were drawn. There was no light. Your mother answering it only confirmed my worse nightmares as she took me into her arms and told me. Told me what you had done the night before. Told me how you left this world with a rope around your neck and a note under your feet.

*unfinished*

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New stuff!

Anyone who regularly looks at my blog may notice that a few things have changed. Not only do I have a super cute font for these little on screen words, but I also have an entirely new category called ‘Real Life,’ and that’s what it is!

Keeping this short, the plan is to tackle every day things in the media with my own thoughts and opinions. Opinions matter and I really want to be able to have you guys join in and share what you think too, whether the same or entirely different! I want to hear from all of you.

Another thing is the 30 days challenge! Everyone has heard of it, but this one is the road to happiness. I’ve spent far too long dwelling and sharing my own tangled thoughts with my fellow readers, and whilst I plan on making sure you all know I’m here for you, I plan on finding my happiness again with pictures and words. The idea is to write one thing a day that makes you happy. I highly suggest anyone who relates closely to my usual blog posts to do the same, and make sure you let me know because I’ll be there to read everything you write and encourage you on your journeys!

Peace,

alaskaar~

xo

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Silentium [PART 1]

The sniffing at the door never came as a surprise to me. It was always about half an hour before lights out would I hear two paws pitter patter onto the laminate flooring and the wet sniffing at the door. Tonight was no different from any other night, but he seemed a lot more desperate to get into the bedroom than ever. He knew that I had been crying for hours before this and with a sore face I got up from the mattress and pulled open the door. The little black and white spaniel licked my bare legs and hopped onto the bed, wagging his tail while he sat patiently waiting for me to lay back down. I rubbed my face with the sleeve of my shirt and followed him but wrapped my arms around him and surrounded myself in his fur. I could always count on him being around.

I grew up with my furry brother; I saw him every day before and after school. I brought my toys to him every day and while he was never interested in my human and off-limits-to-chewing toys, he would sit and watch me play with my plastic ponies while I made them climb over him as if he was a big friendly monster-slash-mountain. He wasn’t always a good pup and made sure that I knew when I had crossed my boundaries, which was mostly at his dinnertime. I remember pulling his ear whilst he tucked into a meal of beef and soon learned my lesson as he grabbed my arm between his teeth. I never told on him because I knew it was my fault and as soon as he finished his food and found me crying in my beat-up playhouse, he was sorry enough. We were the kind of best friends that could never stay mad at each other.

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“You were high definition, now you’re barely 720!”

Nothing beats a title than referencing McBusted.

If you’ve listened to the mighty McBusted’s album, you will know the song “Before you knew me.” If not, you can click here and listen to it yourself, you might even like it! It’s catchy and it’s sort of relatable to those in a long-term relationship. Why? Because people do change when they get themselves into a relationship and spend so much time in the company of others. Don’t get me wrong, they will still be themselves as an individual, but they will mold into someone new. As a person in a long-term relationship, I can confirm that myself and my loving boyfriend have changed and become new people that have more in common than we initially did. It’s not a bad thing unless there’s some serious changes that turns you into some complete psychopath who’s the female version of your boyfriend, but it’s more likely a good thing, allowing both parties of the relationship to connect on different levels whilst doing the things they love and communicating in some kind of secret code.

Think of it this way, you start talking to a new person. They know nothing about you, and you don’t know anything about them. They’re a blank canvas in your world as you are to them, but the more you talk the more you get to know what they like, what they dislike, they’re favourite music and films and their personality in general. You’re canvas begins filling up and up and up by the day. You start to hang out with them, you spend time in their company doing things they love and you think to yourself “Hey, this is quite fun actually!” and now you’re enjoying the same things that they do and vise versa. Time goes on and you may put more time into this specific activity, and then it becomes a personal enjoyment that you can do when you’re not around your love interest. You start to talk about it, research it, take part in it. You’re expanding and the paint on your canvas intertwines with theirs. It’s natural and it happens.

It doesn’t stop there. I’ve previously stated the way little things can make an impression on other people too, such as words. Personally, I never used to swear unless highly intoxicated and really, really annoyed. Even then, it was in the company of those who would not judge me for it, but now, I’m like a walking profanity. I even enjoy Super Smash Bros Wii U and I’ve gone as far as raging each time Bowser Jr. jumps out of his exploding cart and catches me out, resulting in the imminent final smash on poor little Pikachu.

People think of change as a bad thing, especially in a relationship when in reality it’s nothing more than a person expanding and growing. There will come some times when arguments will arise, but that happens in all relationships whether there’s nothing in common or a lot. People piss people off, that’s life. There may also be a situation in which you watch a person become someone you hardly know, and that’s the change that can affect things because it’s like thinking you picked the best kind of apple and finding out it’s a parsnip. But that’s where people tend to place blame on someone for changing so much when in reality it’s not something you can just stop. Change will happen, and there should be no blame placed on the other for changing. They’ve just grown into something new, and that would inevitably happen whether it was in the next week or the next five years.

Relationships are ever-changing, and that’s what people need to understand and respect. No-one will ever stay as that lovely and sweet girl you met, or that charming and romantic man that you first met, because once you break the barrier into getting to know them and they know you, they become comfortable in letting you see other sides of them – the good and the bad sides that include endless laughter, crying into your blanket at 3a.m. and stuffing your face full of chocolate and having brown teeth. They see every side there is, and a person in a long-term relationship should definitely have an understanding about this, and be accepting of these different aspects.

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