And the joys I've felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently. When I was your age, my grandfather bought me a ruby bracelet. It was too big for me and would slide up and down my arm. It was almost a necklace. He later told me that he had asked the jeweler make that way. Its size was supposed to be a symbol of his love. More ( Read more... )

Music is only loud enough when you can FEEL it.

Got stood up at the Punk club last night (she fell asleep, WTF?), but it all turned out to be okay because I met a group of nice, student Americans. And I talked to them, and they let me dance with them, and they bought me a shot (which was green, and I awkwardly did not drink it when everyone else ( Read more... )

 Alex had her costume party on Saturday. We got there at eleven thirty, and I was the first of our group to leave, at 4:45am. Then I walked home in the pouring rain with wet feet, stinking like cigarettes. The ceiling in the lobby collapsed. I had a late-night scream-off to Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit with some random guy, and I also took a ( Read more... )

 Hello, THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM. You're beautiful. Also, fucking legends.

I learned about this band through an ex-boyfriend, who actually gave me a lot of music. He was and still is a douche bag... but this band is too good to delete the albums he gave me from my iTunes. Like Zsa Zsa Gabor said, "I've never disliked a man enough to give him back his ( Read more... )

I fucking LOVE inspirational stuff. I write it down everywhere. It inspires me to write stories, and try to be a better person, for as long as I remember it. I spend a lot of my time being angry and hating everyone, but I have moment of insane happiness, and teary-eyed BELIEF in the world and humanity at large.

I was listening to comedians last ( Read more... )

Patrick Wolf is one of those things that makes me want to cry and scream and dance and hug everyone alive, no matter how horrible. He makes me BELIEVE. And he's beautiful and talented, and punk-gypsy-glam fucking awesome! Ohmygod, he played the dulcimer. I sort of want to chop off all my hair, dye it platinum blonde and invest in hairspray. No lies ( Read more... )

I... got chocolate on my silly yet amazingly comfortable harem trousers from Primark. On the knees. Boo, no fair. Just watched Mirrormask, and now watching some British comedy that I have saved on my computer. Oh, Dylan Moran. How I love you, you angry Irish man.

On a completely different hand - random thought........ what if Neil Gaiman and Dylan ( Read more... )

 Rainy days are the best days for regret. Regret and wet feet, and forgetting your umbrella at home, so you just have to huddle beneath your hood, and make do. It's hard to be angry on a rainy day, much easier to be sad. But then there's no need for tears on a rainy day, because the world is already crying for you ( Read more... )

 In a pretty good mood today, the ibuprofen is kicking in. I didn't take enough to quite get loopy, maybe I should have. I drank a lot of coffee at Starbucks this morning, and then downed a few tic-tacs, which sort of made my tongue hurt.

The shoot yesterday SUCKED. Ergh, I was stuck sitting in a car for about three hours in Hackney, making sure ( Read more... )

Bought the most AWESOME necklace today at H&M. I've been there a lot lately, shopping for sparkly, flushed blush for summer. Also, this brilliant nail polish that's a fantastic pastel-y purple that's super shiny and flash ( Read more... )