THE MERLOT INFUSED MEMOIRS OF A CELLOPHANE GIRL.
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A little golden one blessed with an endless summer, a cheeky smirk and to have gently carved her name in rock'n'roll.
By day, a bed head gypsy who revels in pottering around her seaside home, she has given more than most would for the sake of keeping her private Idaho. She slip slides in her jimmy-jams and drips summer from her bikinis. Her soul rests on her floorboards with ease. She sunbathes and sips coffee. She loves to write and cook and she never ever stops singing.
By night, she is the all singing, all dancing, silver tongued prowess of Gold Coast entertainment. With her fishnets snapped on and corset pulled tight. She simply owns the stage. Stand up comic and rock vampire. On weekends she races to nightclubs to spit rhymes and holla beats with a vinyl slinger. Her comfort zone is teasing and pleasing a crowd. She has learned to ooze sex and messchild her way through a fistful of shots.
She sneaks home to the kingdom of pillows, she pulls off her lashes and nestles under the covers. She sips a merlot. She closes her eyes. She fucks. She dreams of a him she has never met. She sleeps....... She keeps no secrets.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
(Source: wylonaforest)
No one in my family, not one of my friends or classmates realized that I was going through life asleep.
It was literally true: I was going through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. ‘Hold tight,’ I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.
Sleep (Haruki Murakami)
(Source: wordsthat-speak)
Push them.
Grease is the word.
7 weeks till spring. However, this has got to be one of the best winters the GC has ever seen.
(Source: hotlikesauce)
(Source: bleuberriez)
Made you look.
(Source: entertheandyvaldor)
Once again blue eyes and a beard nails me.
New crush is in full swing.
There was one night, singing the sounds of the skulls dancing with the dead, that I literally could sing no more. The tears split down my face, my soul choked in my iwn throat. How do you make a room full of people laugh when your insides are in pieces? No amount of antidepressants or any toxic concoction of merlot and uppers could bring back my murdered friend, I was tiny and helpless yet being expected to be so large and joyous. I simply broke. I broke boldly and colourfully crumbled to pieces in front of an audience of hundreds, in front of my peers and friends and sisters I had held dear for years. Some of them were there when I got back up, some of them weren’t, but that night that decided my fate for me was in some strange way the medicine I needed. It forced me to hear my own voice again not his screams for help, it forced me to remember I was still living and no amount of tears or years brings back the dead, it forced me pick myself up from the shadows and realise when every thing is taken from you, you still have one thing. Choice. The choice to continue to fall and let them rejoice in your failure, or to get back up and fight, fight for your spirit to sing in the light again. And when you achieve that, be sure to know you’ll be better and bigger than ever before, because this time you’ll know humility and you will have learned grace, then and then only will all those who wished you’d continue to fall apart be gravely envious of your success.
AY
Pure fucking genius
Pure fucking genius