Innocence.

Today is a serious venting writing day.

A ambigous diary entry.

Innocent or what? Someone recently made the comment that I was innocent.

Defined. adjective
1. free from moral wrong; without sin; pure: innocent children

Perhaps I'd like to be innocent. defined by simple effect, creating a wave of assumption. I like that someone thought I was innocent, its like wiping the slate clean, all my past indisrecions erased temporarily.

I'd rather appear innocent and fragile, childlike even, that to be like YOU. So hard with so many layers that innocence appears lost. Just like a nut, hidden in a hard protective shell, YOU have a centre, although it would be a miracle to ever find it.

I may be innocent but I'm also so fragile you can see fear written across my face as soon as I feel it. I'm obvious despite being hard to predict. I may like to be in control but I'll never let you sit back too long and wonder. Maybe that's what innocence is. Your human capacity to react to things, the more innocent the more obvious and see through your reactions are. Like a child, you cannot hide suprise from anyone. Maybe those who are no longer innocent have becomr ultimate riddle, closed books, shut so no one can see, hard to read, hard to understand and painstakingly dragged out.

I hope and pray you find your innocence again.

some lyrics. Panic At the Disco!

Is it still me that makes you sweat?

Am I who you think about in bed?

When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?

Then think of what you did

And how I hope to God he was worth it.

When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck

Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me

Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of

Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

with things as hot as that, sometimes innocence is over rated.

Rolling with the h o m i e s

Britany bitch.

tribute to b. murphy. no one will ever doe big eyes and pouty lips q u i t e in the way YOU did.
cant quite even contain what Clueless meant to me.
In your honour, a clueless fashion blog. half cause you're dead. hald cause im loving 90s fat-shion.

Love Dion's dress. I have one some what similar in blue.

Dig see through shirts.Love leotards. I have a full legnth one from American Apparel somewhat inspired from this era.



LOVE the socks.

S.E.X

forgot some vaguely important things.

ie. my guess boots which I have been devouring for the past few months.

Boots.

Boot.

Bootie.

V i s u a l representation of why I would revert to lesbiansm

what more could a lesbian want? hot skinny half naked semi traash models making out. Alas, this does not get my juices flowing so instead i'll apprecaite from an artistic mindset.

SLR L O V E

How can one describe love?Simple. Three little letter. S. L. R. I now own one and this is the encounters it witnessed.

Apparently people have noticed I haven't blogged for a while, amazing people even read this.

But then again, this was never for the people.

So I had an eventful weekend. I worked. I had my dancing concert. I was in charge of backstage. Fuck you 5 year olds, I now own grey hair.

Next was Evie and Hannahs 21st. Great fun for all. Loads of bitchin photos.

BBQ @ Ange's house. First sighting of Poppy! Cutest baby


Op Shop love with Lizzie ended in the purchase of these swell loafers.

Thats about it for now. I'll be jetting off to asia soon so I'll be travel blogging like crazy.

game over.

today it feels like the world is over. I kinda wish it really was the end of the world, then i could just end..none of this bullshit being strong and living on through.

life sucks.

Im now planing Thailand for one. It's fucked, and depressing. I don't want to have to book rooms for two for one person.

I'm all alone and lonely and its raining. a very glum day indeed.

dope.

loving summer.

what an epic start its been. end of exams.

partying sessions.

but i have an issue.

i need a tissue.

i got a problem on my mind.

it won't go away either.

drainer.

ah well at least its nothing serious.

just irritating.

i hate when people let you down.

the rollercoaster.

friendships suck sometimes.

i just need to vent.

fuck you issue.

go away. stop ruining life.

in and out. i have personal problems. clearly

i wish you'd end like a bridge in a song.

short. refreshing. suprising.

its hard enough working out who i am.

let alone who you are.

you're breaking me. loose ends and pointless hopes.

friends don't do this.

yet its still what you ask of me.

there's people that make the pain cease.

boyfriends. best friends. good tunes.

but still you come in between.

your music used to make me dance.

now its the type i feel like dying to.

repetitive. predictable. ongoing.

like a cd with the same song on repeat.

despite the obvious task.

both taking different paths.

ill always care for you.

you amuse me.

the chase. the buzz. the fun. the excitement. the challenge.

it will kill me.

on a better note.

im on holidays and to celebrate i get to work 8 hrs tomorrow

yippee.

Factory Girl.

I love you. Your freedom. Your spirit.

"Edith Minturn Sedgwick: beautiful artist and actress... ...and all around loon. ...Remembered for setting the world on fire...and escaping the clutches of her terrifying family....Made friends with eeeeverybody, and anybody...creating chaos and uproar wherever she went. Divorced as many times as she married, she leaves only good wishes behind. "