Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water, so they say. The subsequent fall was inevitable, they never stood a chance, they were written that way - innocent victims of their story. Like Romeo and Juliet, t’was written in the stars before they even met, that love and fate and a touch of stupidity would rob them of the hope of living happily, the endings are often a little bit gory, I wonder why they didn’t just change their story, we’re told we have to do what we’re told but surely, sometimes you have to be a little naughty.
Cinderella in the cellar didn’t have to do much as far as I can tell, her Godmother was 2/3’s fairy, suddenly a lot was a lot less scary. But what if you haven’t got a fairy to fix it? Sometimes you have to make a little bit of mischief.
Just because you find that life’s not fair it doesn’t mean you just have to grin and bear it, if you always take it on the chin and wear it, nothing will change. Even if you’re little you can do a lot, you mustn’t let a little thing like little stop you. If you sit around and let them get on top, you might as well be saying you think that it’s okay, and that’s not right.
In the slip of a bolt, there’s a tiny revolt, the seeds of a war in the creak of a floorboard. A storm can begin with the flap of a wing, the tiniest mite packs the mightiest sting. Every day starts with the tick of a clock, all escapes start with the click of a lock. If you’re stuck in your story and want to get out, you don’t have to cry; you don’t have to shout. Cause if you’re little you can do a lot, you mustn’t let a little thing like little stop you. If you sit around and let them get on top, you might as well be saying you think that it’s okay, and that’s not right.
(Source: mydustlandfairytale)
This roof keeps me dry when the rain falls, this door helps to keep the cold at bay, on this floor I can stand on my own two feet. On this chair I can write my lessons, on this pillow I can dream my nights away, and this table, as you can see, well it’s perfect for tea. It isn’t much but it is enough for me. It isn’t much but it is enough for me.
On these walls I hang wonderful pictures, through this window I can watch the seasons change, by this lamp I can read and I am set free, and when it’s cold outside I feel no fear, even in the winter storms, I am warmed by a small but stubborn fire. And there is nowhere I would rather be, it isn’t much but it is enough for me. It isn’t much but it is enough for me.
For this is my house, this is my house, it isn’t much but it is enough for me. This is my house, this is my house, it isn’t much but it is enough.
And when it’s cold and bleak, I feel no fear even in the fiercest storms, I am warmed by this small but stubborn fire. Even when outside it’s freezing, I don’t pay much heed, I know that everything I need is in here. It isn’t much but it is enough for me.
It isn’t much, but it is enough for me.
(Source: mydustlandfairytale)
Matilda The Musical - Revolting Children
Such an amazing musical.
(Source: mydustlandfairytale)
∞ PermalinkHave you ever wondered, well I have
About how when I say red, for example,
There’s no way of knowing if red
Means the same thing in your head
As red means in my head
When someone says red
And how if we are travelling
At almost the speed of light
And we’re holding a light
The light will still travel away from us
At the speed of light
Which seems right in a way
What I’m trying to say
I don’t know, but I think that inside my head
I’m just a bit different from all of my friends
The answers that come into my mind unbidden
And stories delivered to me fully written
When everyone shouts - they seem to like shouting
The noise in my head is incredibly loud
And I wish they would stop, my dad and my mum
And the telly and stories would stop just for once
I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m explaining it right
The noise becomes anger, the anger becomes light
And the burning inside me would usually fade
But it isn’t today
With the heat and the shouting
My heart is pounding, and my eyes are burning
And suddenly everything, everything is
Quiet
Like silence but not really silent
Just that still kind of quiet
Like the sound of a page being turned in a book
Or a pause on a walk in the woods
Quiet
Like silence but not really silent
Just that still kind of quiet
Like the sound when you lie upside down on your bed
The sound of your heart in your head
And though the people around me
Their mouths are still moving
The words they are forming
Cannot reach me anymore
And it is quiet
And I am warm
Like I’ve sailed
Into the eye of the storm
(Source: mydustlandfairytale)
So you think you’re able to survive this mess by being a prince or a princess, you will soon see, there’s no escaping tragedy. And even if you put in heaps of effort, you’re just wasting energy, cos your life as you know it is ancient history. I have suffered in this jail, I’ve been trapped inside this cage for ages, this living hell. But if I try I can remember, back before my life had ended, before my happy days were over, before I first heard the peeling of the bell. Like you I was curious, so innocent I asked a thousand questions but unless you want to suffer listen up and I will teach you a thing or two. You listen here, my dear, you’ll be punished so severely if you step out of line and if you cry it will be double, you should stay out of trouble and remember to be extremely careful. Why? Why? Did you hear what he said? Just you wait for Phys. Ed.
So you think you’re A-ble
to survive this mess by B-ing
a prince or a princess, you will soon C,
there’s no escaping trage-D.
And E-ven
if you put in heaps of F-ort,
you’re just wasting ener-G,
cos your life as you know it is H-cient history.
I have suffered in this J-ail,
I’ve been trapped inside this K-ge for ages,
this living h-L.
But if I try I can rem-M-ber,
back before my life had N-ded,
before my happy days were O-ver,
before I first heard the P-ling of the bell.
Like you I was Q-rious,
so innocent I R-sked a thousand questions
but unl-S you want to suffer listen up and
I will T-ch you a thing or two.
U listen here, my dear,
you’ll be punished so se-V-rely if you step out of line
and if you cry it will be W should stay out of trouble
and remember to be X-tremely careful.
Y?
Why? Did you hear what he said?
Just you wait for Phy-Z
(Source: mydustlandfairytale)