Tuesday, 29 November 2011


My leggings came in the post yesterdaaay. I'm happy. I know this picture is really lame but I really wanted to take a picture in them. I'm in love with them. I wish they were a little bit longer though so I could wear my creepers with them, they cut off right above my ankle because they're a japanese XS aha. 

Sunday, 27 November 2011

A few weeks ago I had this dream that I had a birthmark on the inside of my upper arm, it was about the size of my palm and I knew every detail of it so well, I didn't think anything of it when I woke up, but then I looked at my arm and remembered I didn't actually have a birthmark there, and I felt really weird after that. Now every time I look at my arm I feel like I should have a birthmark there. I feel like if I believed in reincarnation then I'd probably assume I had a birthmark there in a past life.
Shit, so I just looked at my arm where it was, and there's a tiny little birthmark, like y'know the little brown dots aha. I think that's pretty cool. I mean I'm sure there's some genius out there who'd love to point out to me that I've probably noticed it before and that's why it was there in the dream, but idk. I'd like to think it's something better than that.

Wednesday, 23 November 2011


Decided to start using my lookbook again. (Obviously the one day I decide this will be the day lookbook decides to crash, but yeah)

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

It makes me kinda sad that I went to an all girls school and we never had a prom because I think it would have been nice to go to one.
Like we had a party at the end of year 11 and most people got all dressed up for it but not the way you get dressed up for a prom and some kids hired a limo for some reason but yeah at the end of the day it was basically just a primary school disco.

I could have taken Jordan and he'd wear something fancy and everyone could tell him how beautiful he is with his long blonde hair, and I'd have worn a green velvet dress and doc martins and black lipstick and brought vodka in a water bottle.
I feel like I missed out because I didn't get to go to a prom aha.
It's actually making me feel completely miserable thinking about it.

Friday, 4 November 2011

"And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy’s and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don’t listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you’re sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your
and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you’re late and be amazed when you’re early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I’m black and be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you’re angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you’re gorgeous and hug you when you’re anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I’m next to you and whimper when I’m not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I’d ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don’t believe me and have a feeling so deep I can’t find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I’d get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don’t want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don’t mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it’s empty without you and want want you want and think I’m losing myself but know I’m safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don’t deserve any less and answer your questions when I’d rather not and tell you the truth when I really don’t want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it’s all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it’s a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you."
A’s Monologue from Crave by Sarah Kane
Bleached my hair from black to blonde, then dyed it purple and green, but it came out too dark (basically black) so I rebleached it, and it came out like this. Ngl though, I could get used to pink hair.