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♥ precious.
la bella vita;

Cara

loves: black and white photography. poetry. vintage stores. thunderstorms. good ambience. fairytales. disneyworld. black kohl and fuschia lipstick. red and purple skittles. turquoise beads. icing but not cakes. might-have-beens. the dandy warhols. within temptation. automatic loveletter. mediaeval baebes. troy. interview with a vampire. the oc. making 11:11 wishes. purple glitter. mermaids. my-little-ponies. magic.

expertise: melodramaticks. eyeliner. laughing. goodbyes. hanging in there.

♥ music on, world off.
shh.

soundtrack to life.

♥ scream(?).
live.

♥ past .
instant time travel

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♥ adieu .
set them free

AMANDA
ANDRE
ASH
DEB
ELEMM
07IP04!
08IP04!
JOSH
KAT
LISA
QIU
RENJEAN


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Monday, March 16, 2009
hello, old friend. 10:53 PM


Yes, I know; it's been about a millenia since I last blogged.

It's just-- so much has been happening. Bambambambambam. And you'd expect there to be some tragic "...BOOM" somewhere down the line...

So this is how my day since Sunday has gone:
AM: falling into nightclothes and not bothering to wash off heavy black eyes as we crumple into duvets and cold air. ragdolls don't become real girls when they're not wound up.
 5-7AM: ...SLEEEP.
7AM: watch Factory Girl
7+AM: do GP homework. ...You can't ever kill the NJCian in the girl.
 3PM: Facial
5PM: "I think maybe I'll just have a shorrrrt nap..."
6AM: Wake up and realize the time. Also that you've slept through 4 missed calls, 5 new messages, dinner, and a friend's party.
6-8AM: ring up Tam'eth
8-10.30AM: roll over and fall asleep again. Operating on UK timezones, are we now?

more updates and pictures soon.



---

She moved like a modern day Edie Sedgwick
sans silver pixie cut and black innocent-old eyes
She's got three years to go before the tragic death bit.
"you're pretty when you're drunk," I said, and she
she swayed leaflike for a breath's space
before somewhere through the haze her brain trembled,
struggled, forced open sticky lashes,
 told her features: "smile"
and they did, they lit up the city.

"well,
you're beautiful
even
when you're not."
A lifetime between each word, each one longer than hers will ever be.

She started walking on the tables, and somehow the angels managed to hold her skirts down past her knees
 as the girl with the mohawk and the honest, surly face's shoulder pressed closer to mine
the samurai shook back his hair and offered the use of an adidas jacket
and in the midst of all the mosquito conversation
and the profile of the boy trying to worm tendrils around my friend's next Friday night

the geisha lord
sat;
contemplated the scene through a cigarette
and how my lips would look like
burned.