this is not where you think it is

la mort c'est la mort. mais l'amour c'est l'amour. la mort c'est seulement la mort. mais l'amour c'est l'amour.

death is death. but love is love. death is only death. but love is love.

promise

I love the song, don't pay so much attention to the video clip, just close your eyes. just listen.

sorry

I'm so very sorry. I know the way I acted was shit, but I've apologised over and over again. Please, just stop speaking to me the way you do, it's not necessary.

don't speak

cause your mind is amazing

LISTEN TO: THE BOMB - NEW YOUNG PONY CLUB

VIRGINIA

I think you're quite lovely
and so are your photos
and your videos crack me up
and I have special treats heading your way in the mail
and I have a headache, so this blog is bound to be quite shit
butttttttttt
I love you.
the end.

by blood and by me

you walk like a thief

ROCCO THE GREAT

blows my mind.
myspace
facebook
tumblr
youtube
flickr

I advise you check it outtttt

peace & love chicky babes

so I can set me free

post 100
wow.

hands up baby

aliya,
you're sexy as.....
aphrodite

HAPPY SATURDAY!

thinking about

quitting photography as a subject
it's shit.
well, it's a great subject, but, this teacher is not worth the hassle.

two assignments to have done by tomorrow
goodnight.

curtains closed

lights are off
am I dead or alive?

la la love

big eyes with long eyelashes, ribs, hipbones and collar bones and long fingers.

I also love my new dress, which is really quite lovely. my hands and feet are so cold, it's like winter, it's so lovely. could someone PLEASE suggest a book for me to read, it's doing my heeaaeadddd innnnn, I swear.

it's not up to

And it will tremble
Ever so nicely
Notice
How it sparkles


BJORK's album "Vespertine" honestly blows my mind.

as soon as I opened my mouth to breathe

I was choking on the irony.

now you see me,
now you don't.
now you need me,
now you don't.

"all fur coats and no knickers!"

a real social climber

facts

1. This is post 92
2. I cry a lot
3. I have over 200 books, but can never find anything to read
4. My best friend is a ranga
5. iPhones aren't that amazing, it's just a phone in the end
6. I jump on my bed when no one is home
7. I rarely watch tv
8. I fight with my parents all the time
9. The only asset of my whole self that I like is my eyes
10. I spend too much money
11. I love my clothes
12. I don't like avocado
13. But I really like sushi
14. Flower child
15. I can be selfish
16. I don't think I'm very pretty
17. I'm not skinny
18. I make mistakes
18. I'm judgemental, but I keep those judgements to myself
20. My life isn't perfect, but neither is yours, so it's ok.
21. Let's all be surrealists

rant and rave, whatever.

sunbeams are not made like me

today's mixtape

there is a light that never goes out - the smiths

sunday morning - the velvet underground

falling out of love at this volume - bright eyes

love connection - parenthetical girls

haitian love songs - cocorosie

love connection part 2. - parenthetical girls

a song for ellie greenwich - parenthetical girls

peach plum pear - joanna newsom

though not in that order, because it'll sound fucked.

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my feet are in the air. sky pours in. I'm closing my eyes. I feel his voice touch my neck. Slow, his voice says. Go slow. I open my eyes and I smile and I dance slower and slower.

how to make a bird

a list of things you might not hear:

- an eyelash opening on a pillow

- the appearance of a star

- a leaf leaving a tree

- a hand in your hair

- a lie being withheld

- a tear's journey from eye to shoe

- air becoming blue

- longing.

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a picture of me wishing I was a tree OR a picture of a tree not wishing it was me

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holding yourself in. holding onto someone else. holding your head up. unholding yourself.

twist and shout

I don't know what to write about.

happy monday.

the trivial little things left in your wake

keep it in a hidden place

"You're about to enter the mind of a psychopath. Me."

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I lent rory some books yesterday: the perks of being a wallflower, to kill a mockingbird and high fidelity. I sincerly hope he enjoys them.

I was going through all my frankie magazines on friday, and laughing a lot. there is one article by benjamin law, who while his tiny little chinese mother was saying he is gay, she says "he's gay. something just went wrong with his chromosomes in the womb" I laughed for a while about that one. I love how they are just so raw with their writers. not afraid to say "that brand of blah blah blah was fucking shit. don't fucking buy it." I love it, really.

it's finally autumn, winter is next :)

Hello,

I'm disgusting.

I just got back

from my beloved field of purple flowers.

falling out of love at this volume

thanks dear

"I think you hold the secrets to all the things in life if I could understand you. You seem quite colourful and pretty and you're probably a lot simpler than I think you are but I don't think for the life of me I could ever figure out how you work entirely so I will just admire your apparent complexity. That's how I feel about periodic tables and you, anyway."

there you go, finally an explanation of myself, though not by me?

by someone magical and mysterious

I would like

clean white love.

:)

I am in a happy happy happy mood. I was told just about 3 minutes ago that I reminded someone (whom I'm not quite sure would like to remain anonymous or not?) of:

• old old bicycles
• the periodic table and
• one of the Libson girls, although they don't want me to die.

:D muchus gracias, amor, usted es encantador.

and to top it all off, IT RAINED ALL DAY. I am joyous, honestly. what an utterly simplistic post, hmm.

ps. I'm actually quite good at science, sir.

pps. my fisheye came today!