December 2009
40 posts
“The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked...”
– Insomniac, Sylvia Plath
ok i swear i'm done now! →
i know, i know, there are only so many little black dresses a girl can own.
oh and this too. →
danger dame.
and this shit... →
sexual →
need this in my life.
A beautifully messy few days...
Well Jess and I polished off that whiskey, watched bare L word and Sexcetera. Smoked a few doobies, was trippin’ out real sweet to online kaleidoscope. I passed out in the bathroom after sicking up spaghetti. Was still hammered until 2pm. Then went london for my mate Tom’s 19th, went for a meal, I had steak rouge, le c’était délicieux. Then 20 of us back to his apartment in...
I'm
Jess and me and Lucy should have a threesome with Marilyn Manson. Basically. We are also getting through a 70cl bottle of JD at quite a good pace. xx
dirrrty
I’ve been spring cleaning like it’s going out of fashion so it’s easier for me to move out next September. Fuckin’ efforttt.
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip...”
– The opening to Vladimir Nabokov’s ‘Lolita’.
What can I possibly say to you that will make any...
‘Fly like a bird In every direction Attain, The countless stars.’
“I’m the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always,...”
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“Nothing that I told her influenced her at all.
Die then. Sleep. It is all that...”
– PART 2, ‘WIDE SARGASSO SEA’, JEAN RHYS
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