Arts and Crafts!

It happens eventually.
Even if you stuff your pockets with tape and staples.
Everybody wants something from you.
And you can't put the pieces back together, no matter how scrapbook-savvy you are.

You mix a drug cocktail and fall asleep.
One day you wont wake up.
And they'll find you, with your pockets stuffed full of tape and staples. Nothing else.
Because everybody has already stripped you of everything.

jayo

Is a suicide letter really any different to a love note?

♥♥♥

I would do anything for you and I would do anything with you.

We are perfect for each other. Thankyou for reminding me.

Do you have to let it linger.

I can imagine being happy if I had velvet pants and chunky ankle boots. Of course I wouldn't be.
There is always something wrong.
Every day I wish we didn't have to grow up. The little kids that I know long for an adult life. I don't want to be an adult. Where birthdays stop mattering, where you don't get to eat ice-cream cakes. Where sack races are replaced by martinis and jumping castles are exchanged for cab fares. I wasted my youth looking for myself, hoping that the discovery would make me into something. Instead, I don't like the me I found.
I want the child back.
I'm not sure I know anything at all. After everything we go through for enlightenment. I don't know anything at all.

Lets get some shoes.

The best of JAK and JIL blog. I like my shoes chunky and big! Thanks for fuelling my obsession.

JAYO xo

Love is in the air!

I could not have a bigger couple crush than the one that I have for on-screen and off-screen couple Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer.

They are in Trueblood together and they have some steamy television sex scenes that seemed pretty realistic to me... Only now do I realise that they are dating in real life.

They are too cute for words. And he is an absolute dish and a half.

P.S. I just found out they are now ENGAGED. So adorable.

Just a pitchfork CD mix

The 'Garden State' CD gives me shivers.
These are my favourite tracks, I feel like they can get me through anything.

Track 4: New Slang - The Shins
Track 5: I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You - Colin Hay
Track 6: Blue Eyes - Cary Brothers
Track 12: Let Go - Frou Frou

Jayo XX

Arden the genius.

"So should we give up a little (or all) of our privacy for increased or complete security? Should we allow our governments complete access to our lives, so that they can protect us from harm? Now we come back to our original question "Do the ends justify the means?", and yet are still no closer to a unequivocal answer. Let me leave you with a unsettling concept, if we were to allow our governments this unbridled control in exchange for absolute protection, how can we be sure those who in control have our best interests at heart? who is there to make sure they do not misuse their power? or more poetically "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" which translated from latin is "Who watches the watchmen?"

This was written by a brilliant and particularly learned friend of mine, Arden.
Check out his blog. Then you can feel special in ten years when he's the President of America and you were one of his original fans.
manuscriptoficarus.blogspot.com

Media Finals

This is one of my media finals.

Tattoo

The best things in life.

The best from Cheap Champagne and other blogs I stalk.

Silver screen thriller.

Nobody does petty revenge like scorned women on the internet.

Ladies - it might be wise to confront me. Although there is nothing classier than working the backstreets for your information I suggest coming to the source for the real stuff.
Cute, but really missing the boat.

In other news!
The tattoo is peeling and scaring me beyond belief. It feels as if one night i'll fall asleep and it will have all peeled off.
Other than that, I couldn't be happier with it. I can't wipe the smile off my face!

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."