Reggae

Puff puff pass.

Raggamuffin 2010 Melbourne.

Little Sister Syndrome

"hey, don't write yourself off yet.

it's only in your head you feel left out, or looked down on."

- i grew up with you, i grew up with all of you.

and i loved you all in different ways.

he made me feel beautiful and he made me laugh and he used to play fight with me and he used to give me his jumpers when it was cold.

you were all different. and i loved that about you.

now you're all the same.

and none of you care about me anymore.

even though i still need you all.

Formspring

Dear bloggerverse,

I got a formspring. I haven't quite figured out what it is, something to do with answering questions both from public and anonymous users...

If you have anything you want to know about me that I haven't revealed on my blog - head to my formspring!

http://www.formspring.me/LittleO

P.S. I am eighteen in two days. I'm so excited, can't describe!!

Jak and Jil

I swear that sometimes when I wake up alone, and there is that brief moment where your body is still sleeping and your mind is awake, I can feel you next to me.

Photos by Charlie Brophy.

Happy New Year!

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas.

Tittoo

I really want to get this as a tattoo.

How large would I have to get it so you could make out the incredible detail?

Sorry I forgot the source.

I wish the world was a four by four ball
It would sit in my lap and look awful small.

From my lap it all starts to look really great
But I stick a pin in the world and watch it deflate.

Then I go to a geography shop and purchase a globe.

Boots are made for walkin.

I have crippling shin splintz from standing all day, all the time at work.

So - on pay day, I decided to purchase a good pair of shoes to aid my pain.

And it just so happened that they were cushioned AND beautiful.

I'm trying

The trip to Rye.

Listless and languid.

Sometimes you win,

And sometimes you don't.

Your friends will disappear,

Don't assume that they wont.

You can dye your hair,

And ink your skin.

You can start self abuse,

And become oddly thin.

And although all these projects,

Take away all the pain.

Close your eyes for a moment,

And it comes back again.

Build a cocoon out of blankets,

Then drown in your bed.

Sink a fistful of pills,

And get out of your head.

I'll take an old sun.

My heart crumbles.
I don't know why.
I hate not knowing.
I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it.
Bob Dylan said for the times, they are a-changin'.
Please.
I can't have the times changin'.
Please don't change.
Because if I don't have you then I am empty.

I think I might already be empty.

Fuck,

I am empty.

Lost in the fun house

Lostinthefunhouse.

'The life & mind of Andy Kaufman"

Written by Bill Zehme.

"Here was a gauntlet thrown and a madness born - to sort and sift through a life of fantasy, but also a life on earth, and locate truths wherever truths had been sent to hide."

Andy Kaufman inspires me.

Andy Kaufman compels me to stare in the mirror and uncover the 'real me'.

Andy Kaufman shows me that individualism is beautiful and rare and misunderstood.

Andy Kaufman urges me to fight and fight and fight and fight for my eccentric dreams.

Andy Kaufman proves to me that success can still come from taking your own path in life.