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Pandora Moon

“Some days are disasters,that you wish could just end.
Other days are bastards, just like a bad boyfriend.
But it makes me feel much worse than this,
to see your face marked with a frown,
i’m not telling you to smile but don’t be down.
Don’t be down my friend,
don’t do your wrist any harm.
You don’t belong on a funny farm.
And i fancy you in a party dress,
Not in a hospital gown.
I’m not telling you to smile but don’t be down.”

Skins

"She was four years old the first time she beat me at hide and seek.

Four.

I was looking for her for hours. When I finally found her she just smiled.

You know, that Effy smile that means “you don’t know me at all, you never will”.

See that’s a kind of magic. She’s so good at concealing things, hiding, avoiding.

I do know her.

And I know that she has got so much love in her heart.

But the thought of letting it out, showing her cards, scares her to death.

I never knew it would be possible to miss someone this much."

The Orange County

I have been getting into Season One of 'The OC', and falling in love with the fun (not so much the fashion) of 2003 all over again.

I used Google images to check out what everyone is doing now, although I already know Mischa Barton has had about as much good press lately as Lindsay Lohan.

And just so none of you have to do the aforementioned research yourselves, I thought I would post the pictures that I uncovered on my blog. Who would have thought that 'Summer' would become the most fashionable seven years later.

Lovely

One day we'll lay here

Tied in a knot

Our bodies are still

And the sheets will be hot

They'll come soon to find us

And when they arrive

The people will see

We're no longer alive

We died here together

In my double bed

The blankets all covered

In patches of red

Make me like Momsen

ihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyou

There are so many thoughts, too many. They swim, they weave, they duck and climb and claw and crawl and clench and consume.
But there is one thought that sits still amongst the chaos. From far away it looks like someone has used a bold typeface on it and maybe it's not important, goodness, maybe it's a mistake, maybe it isn't supposed to be so rigid and so thick and so attention seeking.
But it is bold for a reason, it sticks out for a reason.
And fuck I love you. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.
But those hands, they're all over her. And sometimes she looks like me. The hair and the skin. But nothing else. Different body, completely different. It doesn't matter though, she isn't me.

And your hands are on her.

It's a dream, I know it's a dream because I wake up and you're lying next to me and I know you belong to me.
I hate you. Not because you're rude or you're mean, but only because I don't have your body or your clothes or your voice or your telephone number or your history. And maybe, because I don't have those things, maybe I wont be good enough one day.
And because of that I fucking hate you.

You told me I was 'starry eyed'.
Isn't it funny the way strangers see you.
By strangers of course I mean people who assume they know you.

The girl with her boobs out in a photo.
The girl paying attention meticulously in a lecture.
The girl drinking and dancing more than she needs to.
The girl being creative in her spare time.
The girl who wants to be as cool as her bestfriend.
The girl with the tattoos that you don't like.
The girl who puts her opinions in her facebook status.

They aren't starry eyed. They're only pretending they are.
Like me.

Karla!

http://www.shopkarlascloset.com/

One of my favourite bloggers has started her own online shop, where she is selling a lot of her vintage pieces.

Lucky for those of us in AUS she is kindly shipping overseas! (for great prices too)

I cannot place enough emphasis on the importance of viewing her online store.

Jayo X

Foot fetish!

I would make all the room in my closet for these babies.

If you're still out there, reading this, I'm telling you that every single paragraph, syllable, vowel and pun mean nothing without you in my life.

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.