For Heidi, wherever we shall meet

I'm Celine, poetry, music, astro-physics and my cat are the only things that interest me.

"So, this is my life. I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."

“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”

– Sylvia Plath

It Ain’t Me Babe | Bob Dylan

‘Who’ll promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you and maybe more-‘

My blog looks very busy currently, so I thought I’d add some text. Today was okay. I woke in a really great mood for no reason, but I’m not complaining. My day has consisted of a mock chemistry exam, reading up on Wilfred Owen, composing folk music, a picnic-style dinner in the sun, sharing my love for vinyls with someone who I never imagined to, and chemistry revision. Tonight, for the first time in a while, I’m not seeing Ryan due to circumstances, so I imagine my night will consist of television, guitar playing, cups of tea and maybe a walk if I can be bothered. Today was that of an idyllic kind.

My wonderful family. Pictured: (left to right) Mother, myself, Hülya, Meral, (below) my father, Nazmiye (Babaanne), Sabbattin (Sabbo) and Celalettin (Celal).

My wonderful family.

Pictured: (left to right) Mother, myself, Hülya, Meral, (below) my father, Nazmiye (Babaanne), Sabbattin (Sabbo) and Celalettin (Celal).

Today.

Today.

“Things don’t get better. They just get easier.”

– Phoebe Baker (my wonderful friend)
Leaving for the airport in two hours. The wind is humming against my windows and the clock always feels louder in a morning; It’s five minutes past nine, and I’ve just woken up. I’m going to Luxembourg for the first time in about three years; apologies if there’s intermittent posting.

Leaving for the airport in two hours. The wind is humming against my windows and the clock always feels louder in a morning; It’s five minutes past nine, and I’ve just woken up.
I’m going to Luxembourg for the first time in about three years; apologies if there’s intermittent posting.

Today was really lovely. My mum woke me up at 6:00 (am) this morning to go to a carboot sale for the first time in years.
Unfortunately there wasn’t any room when we arrived for us to attend, but about an hour later we managed to park up and set up our stall.
It was great! There’s something about people watching that’s really quite entertaining.

We were parked up next to a man called Sean/Shaun (I forget), who made business out of selling antiques. He sold me a beautiful 50’s chair for seven pounds, which now sits wonderfully in my room.
He also had a Honda Camino motorbike, which, though a contrast from the Harley Davidson 1400 Softail I was looking at last night, I still found that I really (really) wanted it; I can’t wait ‘til I can drive. It also reminded me of a holiday romance my mother (pictured left) had in Greece many years ago, with a young boy called Harry (Charam) who she kept in contact with via letters many years after she returned home, though died doing what he loved the most - motorcycling.

Oh, life.

“I felt dreadfully inadequate. The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.”

– Sylvia Plath
Nothing starts the morning better than a big cup of tea.

Nothing starts the morning better than a big cup of tea.

‘And in that way, I understood him and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him. I love him.’ Ps. One of my really most favourite photos ever; even if it was consequent to alcohol.

‘And in that way, I understood him and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

And I still love him. I love him.’

Ps. One of my really most favourite photos ever; even if it was consequent to alcohol.

☼ Happy Birthday to me ☼

“And when you’re asleep next to me, I just think to myself, “How the fuck did I get her?”, and that’s why I go to sleep smiling, because you make me that happy.”

– the love of my life

Hollow

Empty house
empty bed
empty hand.