something about love

actually got engaged to a wolf!
hehe

Everything I wanted to be when I grew up (I think)

A princess
An opera singer
Elvis
A ballerina
Julie Andrews
A vet
A fashion designer
A doctor
A policewoman
An author
A soldier
A forensic scientist
A spy
A dance teacher
An anthropologist
A journalist
An actor
An artist
A muse

she did ballet... what more can I say?

I remmber the outcry when Darcey Bussell prima balleina dressed up in leather for a photoshoot. A ballerina couldn't be sexy, dangerous or strong. What was wrong with that?
A balerina cn be anything...
she is super human
imaginative
creative
powerul
beutiful
just because ballet is an art of discipline doesnt mean it is conventional or has to be?
What is the problem... isn't this channelng energy into a tunnel?
Ballet is traditionally seen as for good girls.
But what is good?
Isn't tha just boring?
Art isn't boring.


and besides what's wrong with leather?

wandering

Sometimes I'm asked
if I were searching for
a place that can keep
my soul from wandering
a place were i can stay without
wanting to leave.

who knows.

pretty stranger...

perfect isn't perfect it's just beauiful
(and my mothers favourite)
whom i also love very much
many people i will love till i die

fire

i love the summer.
I love heat.
I love sunshine.
i love love.
I love colour.
I love culture.
I love air.
i love music.
i love food.
this is all summer... plus much more
...
i hate being sick.

Piss Christ

Andreas Serrano

On the sacred nature of urine.

further faith in people

more proof that humans are inrinsically good...
... eterday i lost my passport
today i recievd a phone call
it is back
yes!

follow that rainbow...

pure happiness

unicorn

rebecca horn


One day I will have a unicorn.
We wil bebest friends.
We can stand alone.
No magic implied.

I think it has just about killed me but....

Roll up roll up....



I think I have just about finished.
God please help me!?
Marking....

and then
Exhibition!!!


Please come see what we lovlies have to offer... I'm sure we will mend all your wrongs (cough cough)

9th - 12th June
Central Saint Martins
Back Hill
London

paint

i know...

A SECRET.



shhhhhhh

two people kissing always look like fish...

making fate

I believe in fate, I believe in destiny but I also believe it is our choice how we go about things. This presure of choice makes everytig so har. Eveything equalsa turing point for our future. yeah... one door closes another one opens but what if tha one doesnt hve to close? Its so hard whenit is ou chice o cose it. How do we know? How do we know whether everything can be sorted out or if it is really not worth it.
I still belive in love.. i still love love.. I always knew it hurts in the end but tha doesn't make me regret it... it i sill he most important thing. There are two choices it goes on for ever... or it ends.. come on I'm 18! But how do I know which choice to make. Pain... Love and Pain... or just the possbiiy of Love (but do I even want that?)

Choices

For now I make none

don't ever say playing songs never means anything...

I want to fuck you as had as I can...

I cant help my self
I'm in love,
And when i get back from outter space
I'm gonna punch him in his face

If he's the moon
Then I'm eclipsed
I'm so lunar yeah when I get to him
I'll run him over with my rocket ship.

My eyeliner runs in constellations
For you dear
If only I could reboot my mechanical heart
I'd think clear

Baby I'm feeling so out of this world,
Baby with you I'm a different girl
Ohhh, ohhh, ohh you're my future love.

Baby could we make a home in the stars
Baby somewhere in a galaxy far
Ohh, ohhh, ohh you're my future love

Ohohohoh, I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love
I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love,
Would you be my fu-fu-fu-fu future love
I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love
Would you be my fu-fu-fu future man
I wanna fu- fuck you as hard as I can
Would you be in my fu- future plans
I want a fu-fu-fu future man.

I've been working and engineering
All our chemistries and our situations
Working out our sex equations,
And I know I'm no Nostradamus, yeah
Cause my hair is blond but my heart's brunette
If I'm not on que then at least I'm honest

My mascara runs in constellations
For you dear, my dear
If only I could outer space my brain
For a minute
I'd think clear (I love you so much)

Baby I'm feeling so out of this world,
Baby with your I'm a different girl
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh you're my future love.

Baby could we make a home in the stars
Baby somewhere in a galaxy far
Ohh, ohhh, ohh you're my future love

Ohohohoh, I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love
want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love,
Would you be my fu-fu-fu-fu future love
I want your fu-fu-fu-fu future love
Would you be my fu-fu-fu future man
I wanna fu- fuck you as hard as I can
Would you be in my fu- future plans
I want a fu-fu-fu future man.

If you could only take me in
To a place we've never been
He is so unreal yeah!
He's a mannequin
A synthetic, plastic, rubber man

And I'm relying on, on a shooting star
To get to you my future love ah ah
He's my rubber hunk, my mechanic guy
And I'm stuck in his metal rubber ey-ey-ey-eyes!
Rubber ey-ey-ey-eyes!
My future guy

the final sacrifice

moving on

truth

truth (trth)
n. pl. truths (trz, trths)
1. Conformity to fact or actuality.
2. A statement proven to be or accepted as true.
3. Sincerity; integrity.
4. Fidelity to an original or standard.
5.
a. Reality; actuality.
b. often Truth That which is considered to be the supreme reality and to have the ultimate meaning and value of existence.


the most important thing in the world. the building block for everything

CUT THE DRAMA ELIZABETH FLYNN

exhausted

Need To Stop EVERYTHING.

shut down.

sleep.

I seem to have a never ending barrage of things to do, problems and emotions.

Emotions being the most tiring. It makes your head tired.

I wish I was born a beautiful princess and could be sleeping beauty.

Then one day I could wake up in a fairytale and everything would be happy ever after..

and guess what?

Princesses don't get tired.

.... but on with life.. a nother couple of hours of painting, washing and then out to party. If you can't sleep keep burning...

(ignore that this is zac effron) ( if that is even how you spell his name?)

I can't pay my rent but I'm fucking gorgeous....

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when running off to the circus there is nothing better to wear than dirty sale garments.
dirty glam for a reason.
I love us but hey I'm only joking... I can't be serious about myself all the time ...

BABY WE ARE A MESS

a crazy fucking good 6 month mess

Self Mutilation

Shot by Kurt Kren
Action by Gunter Brus
1965


Why is human existence about this constant pain and suffering? Or do we dramatise it to effect? Do we make the most out of it?
Is this action a release or a locking in?
Is pain the way out or just another fantasy?
Cut up or cut in

opal set in diamonds details not necessary

if it was once upon time