Ink

I booked my tattoo today.

I
am
so
extraordinarily
nervous
but
I
can't
stop
smiling.

Salty.

Tears run down my face in streams.
Salty streams. Thick.

I couldn't tell you why I cry.
I couldn't tell you why the pills and the spills don't take the pain away.

I hate you.
I love you.
I know you.
You're a stranger.
You are soft.
You are tough.

But I cannot have all of you. I want all of you. But I can't have all of you.

Instead - I have this face full of tears.
In salty streams.
Thick.

Love.

My mum asked me today.
"Why do you love him?"
And wide eyed I stared at her.
Why do I love him?
The words fell out of me, heavily.
"He's special."

Dairy

There was a man sitting behind me today while I was riding one of Melbourne's ever so consistent public transport vehicles. He had a chocolate milk in one hand and a bottle of whipped cream in the other. He was almost melting over the chairs around him, collapsing and passing out. But he never made a sound. Never disturbed anyone.
He just sat there, hunched there, lay there, with his milk and cream.
I sent my dad a text message asking what I should do.
It didn't feel right just leaving him in his heap.

Motel for birds

BIRDMOTEL is taking 20 to 40 percent off selected clothing and accessories from Bec & Bridge, One Teaspoon, Tigerlily, Ebony Eve, Piper Lane, Children Of The Sun, Gentle Fawn, Grab, Totem and Indy C.

While stocks last.
www.birdmotel.com.au

Just thought I'd post this incase you didn't see it in your local paper.
The stuff is great. Have a look. Snap up a bargain.

Also - Sebastian and I celebrated our one year anniversary on the 4th of July.
He got me biker boots, a necklace and the new Oyster.
I love you Zzzzebastian.

A formal occassion.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Insert catchy title here...

Her tiny frame was swimming in a worn black duffel coat. Her blindingly pale legs were partly concealed by grey woollen thigh high socks. They looked itchy and unnatural next to her ghost-like skin.
She had one of those full fringes that I ruthlessly ridiculed. It was thick, something to hide behind.

When she sat down with her trendy chums she faded into the scenery. Just another funky trendsetter with a geometric fringe and a demeanour that conveyed pure unhappiness.
As a team they sat behind their ancient literature, whispering about vegan diets and eccentric hair colours, and they shot you looks of utter disgust.
If you weren't wearing lace up shoes, vintage band shirts or mustard beanies you were frowned upon, you were the lowest form of fashion conformism.

Dear Kitty -

When I was little my dad told me that I should always start off by writing 'Dear Kitty'.
Not with everything of course.
I don't address my abusive letters to the Herald Sun (and its circus of a writing team) to an illusive 'Kitty' character.
No, no, only my diary entries.
Thanks for the handy writing tip father bear.

Futile information aside, I apologise to anyone who became disheartened with the cease in writing from this web page. There is no real excuse for my lapse in dedication and I do not have the strength to make up a story, including tiny teddies and safety pins, in order to defend my absence.

I am now at a crossroads.
I don't know whether to tempt your intellectual palates with a tale of fact or fiction...

The factual option would include an enraged Jayo, abusing the VCAA and their disgusting standards of 'what makes someone sick enough to deserve Special Provision in VCE'.
I have already drafted a letter to the bastards expressing my disappointment with the negative response given to me (as a studying year twelve student) and other legitimately struggling students.
According to the VCAA, my application was dismissed because;
a) My doctor was lying and there was nothing wrong with me (deeming me a spectacular fraud).
b) I was eating regularly and, at times, healthily (illustrating that because I wasn't anorexic, I didn't deserve any assistance).
AND
c) I was over 145cm tall but under 60kg and my hair was in between the shades of blonde and light-to-chestnut brown.

The final point is rubbish. I am distressingly shorter than 145cm.
And it seems that without waiting for a response I have begun a factual (and possibly biased) rant. I apologise.

To please you all I will now begin a fictional story to post over the weekend.
Put the kettle on.
Well not yet, you have nothing to read yet.
Put the kettle on soon.
Tomorrow.
Put the kettle on tomorrow.

Jayo.

I'm back.

But I doubt anyone is reading this anymore.

Lusting after...

These shoes.


The necklace.


Her sun-shades.


Anything on her right wrist.


The pants.


A similar tattoo.


Everything about Adriana Lima.


The bikini and the body.

This is England

It isn't England. It is infact Australia.
But ever since the movie 'This is England' Joseph Gilgun makes me happier than when JAK & JIL gets updated.



His character in the movie so beautiful.

Cold and miserable

You're like Houdini.
I can't get my head around how you're going to act tomorrow.

I feel like all I do is talk about Katy Perry these days, and what a frightening prospect that is!
"Cause you're hot then you're cold, you're yes then you're no..."

Temperamental.
If I seem brisk, i'm only trying to gauge your personality choice of the day.

- Jessica

Sunny Autumn day.

Jayo XO

To eliminate we must educate.

The Westgate bridge, Melbourne, Australia.
The 'suicide barriers' debate is one that is relatively one sided. I don't think it is an issue that many explore excessively.

Darcey Freeman, a beautiful four year old girl lost her life at the hands of her father on the Westgate bridge earlier this year. This inspired the Victorian Government to fastrack the construction of 'suicide barriers' on the infamous Melbourne bridge.

If you have read thus far I now write a WARNING seeing as my last mildly opinionated piece caused a lot of distress amongst readers. I am not in any way trying to be offensive to anybody. I am not trying to erradicate the construction of barriers nor am I condoning suicide or apparent murder.

The installation of suicide barriers is all well and good. It is known that many suicides are impulsive. This, along with the violently upsetting death of a child is what has inspired our Government to hastily construct these barriers.
I am not angered by this, atleast not dramatically.
I only find it tremendously difficult to understand why this is the initial response from our Prime Minister.
Depression and anxiety is something that is rarely spoken about. Unfortunately many people are ignorant and ill informed when it comes to such illnesses.
It makes my blood boil to think that we are more than happy to slander suicide and install barriers to prevent such acts however the Government has not tried feverishly to educate our population on the matter of depression.
Why should we let people get to the point of suicide?

Personally, I believe that we should instead be trying desperately to help the depressed so that the barriers are not needed. I know that is a foolish statement. As I said before, many suicidal attempts are impulsive. But surely that indicates that somebody feeling depressed and suicidal will unfortunately find another way to end their life.
It upsets me to great lengths to learn that our Government is preventing suicide physically and not mentally. We should be doing both with great vigour!

I desperately hope that this post upsets nobody. I support the barriers, but I implore our Government to do more about the issue of depression and suicide than this.

Back to basics

I am falling steadily into old routines and mimicking an old blog on my favourite beautiful people.


ali stephens


olsens


erin wasson


sienna miller (but only in these floral docs)

BLISS !!
good morrow.