When I grow up I want to be a princess.

Ok it has been the day we have all been waiting for (or as most of us would have you believe - not waiting for.) I am no better than the next person. Everyone has been grumbling about how they don't care. . . Romance is dead?! But what an amazing event!
Kate looked absolutely beautiful. There is no doubt that the dress was perfect for the occasion (ok not everyone's choice - not mine - but for her and for the royal ceremony it was stunning). She looked dignified and beautiful. A true princess. Sarah Burton did absolutely fantastically!
Prince William looked.. well silly! But he is a Prince and it is not his fault he is growing more identical to Charles by the day!
I am still not a Royalist. And yes in reality the hype is ridiculous. I didn't even watch all the ceremony but to be part of this day is something.
No body can fail to be swept away from the magic of marriage today. All i wanted when I was younger was to be a princess. A very different kind of princess but all the same, today has been any girls dream.

Simply stunning!

Boy

Poor little boy.
Why do you need to lie?
Lost little boy.
Why didn't you see it right?
Sick little boy.
Did you really think it would work out the way you planned?
Time can't change -
You should be traveling amongst the stars
If only you could stop fighting with yourself?
Do you know yourself or is it me that doesn't know you?
I do!
The darkness crept on and even the moon was blocked out
The skin was too thin
Blue veins run with jealousy
Let go.
Let go.
Stop little boy.
Little boy don't cry.

hazy days

I have gone off buying clothes...
1. they are generally too expensive
2. there is too much choice
3. you loose your style definition
4. I have not enough room for them
5. I hate shopping
6. We are just fuelling the capitalist obsessed society (ok .. i don't want another financial collapse (but hey))
7. I like saving money
8. Buying , buying, buying really doesn't fill the boredom gap!
9. Clothes do not make my life worth while

Whenever I do go shopping I find myself only browsing sale sections (mainly because it lessons the vast and ridiculous choice) and even then thinking - that is nice, that is nice, that is nice but I can't be bothered to by anything. So many clothes are pointless trash. End of.
Don't get me wrong.. if someone said to me " Have Topshop as you wardrobe... go on.. have anything every day" I wouldn't object. There are endless things I like. The unique collection is amazing but at the end of the day. I can;t afford everything and one more item isn't going to make my life.

BUT
Whilst contemplating that I might only buy and wear one outfit a year from Vivienne Westwood e.t.c.  there are still items that make my heart beat faster and clothes that still make me feel really good. This is one of them:

I appreciate I am an awful poser but the dress is beautiful and perfect for summer. I love the colour and I feel like a fairy. Summer is coming and I want to be free again.

Dress £70 from Topshop courtesy of my wonderful mother.

Looking forward

She searches for something too small to
                                                  hold.
Timeless tension.
If only to know
   To see
        To hold.
A whispering echo of memories
or moments in rain.
Dancing dreams

Rhythm
     runs in remnants of smiles.
Smiles or tears. Who  knows?
Lost far away down a small stream
Shrouded street?
Still
She
Searches. Searches for souls?

Or something?
Precious pearl!
Shimmering sound of the sun.
Tears fall in silent surrender

Not that the hope has gone.
                                 Or the belief?
                                 Just the time.
The tiny imprint of precious space that joined the stars...
  

Phoenix

My brains are burning in the desert
My skin blistering, grating, bloody grin.
My mind is boiling and broiling twisted in the midday sun.
Lying in a coma; paralyses from my heart.
The slow way to die...
Can't end in twisted cries.
Maybe if I burn the outside off i will find the inside again.
You lost my mind.
Whimpering little girl. She shouldn't be in the heat. But this will dry up the tears.
Sweat out the weakness. Soak up the pathetic snivels. Be cool again.
Red
Raw
Ruin
My bleeding head will be cured this way.
Drain it dry.
Crack the skin and be born again.
Phoenix

Is Tropical at Heaven (kitsune party)

Is Tropical at Heaven on Sunday night were also amazing! I have seen them play live before at Field day when I loved them.. but now I love them even more. There performance was darker and more thrilling. I am loving the sound. The electronics are amazing. I can't wait for there new album.


... this video in not very good quality ( I rarely post live things because of this) but you can get a feel for the awesome lighting.

My new best friend...

This is my magical rainbow star pony that Alex bought for me for a £1 today. I have named her Asta (meaning star like; love) and she is amazing. She is causing me much joy. To me she is real. .. and vintage (1983) . I like the simple things in life. I never want to grow up.