Ponystep

SOMEtimes. i want to go and stick icecream cones to horses foreheads so they look like unicorns. sprinkle a bit of glitter on them, plait beads into there manes and they're ready to go. Your very own live mythological creature. yours forever!!

The mum and her mot went away to Buxton (i didnt even know it was a place, i thought it was just a brand of bottled water) to most likely get it on and see an opera concert featuring a famous bassoon player, (you know, they dont even sell popcorn at those things right?!) So when i got home last night feeling depressed because i bought three scratch card and didnt win a penny i found that my sister had cooked a dinner for me complete with a glass of wine and candles. i felt like such a classy bird even if it felt a little bit strange eating in a romantic setting with my 12 year old sibling. 

...a slightly less interesting week so far and i know you must be devastated that i dont have news of amazing shit that went down so fuck you. heres other stuff i plan to do.

-find the irish cobrasnake (this guy) and get snapped!

-have a pretty sweet skinny dipping party

-eventually win £££ on a scratch card since im pretty much addicted to them

-comb the deadlock out of hair, failing that, pimp it out a bit

-get one of those paper crowns you get free from burger king

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Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

Heading off to London tomorrow for 10 days, doing an internship with You magazine and then Grazia magazine, much and hopefully fruitful shopping, and seeing darling Benedicta. 

I cannot wait, but i'm also apprehensive because i'll be doing so much traveling on my own, and even the Dublin bus system baffles me, let alone the Tube!

Also my crippling social awkwardness makes the prospect of meeting all these cool magazine people absolutely terrifying. Agh. 

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Also, i hate people with emotions and who complain instead of bottling everything up and dealing with it them-goddamn-selves the self-destructive way like the rest of us. 

Pussies.

Xoxo, Aoife. 

you better run, better run. outrun my gun.

Friday there was a big school assembly for sixth form on university and ucas, where you want to study, what your aspirations in life were, really it was pointless because most people were sitting there thinking about there future in Co-op and Morrisons and how many cools trackie bottoms and super-white trainers they can buy with their wages. I just got this massive urge to stand up and shout FUCK THIS I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY AND LOVED AND HAVE WEED AND CHOCOLATE AT MY DISPOSAL. so i got up and left and wandered out of town until i got to this field where i sat and a joint. this nice hippie with dreadlocks walked by and gave me knowing smile, his dog was lovely too. 

peace, raya

I wish i could help everyone instead of hating everyone.

Fancy Dress Dubstep@Llani

It was either dress up tribal or kitty cat. Not going to even try to pull off slutty nurse/ policewoman. 
besides... FUCK THE PO-LICE

Back down south

After a year of being in boarding school/ expulsion, dealing with overtly methodist cunts, family drama and being told that failure at school with result in me being shunned in society and living off the dole, i felt like it was time for a much needed holiday. This summer i'm planning on absolutely bumming it and being a complete vagabond.

Vagabond: The act of leaving behind the orderly world to travel independently for an extended period of time. A deliberate way of living that makes freedom to travel possible

Just for a little while though.. I'll have my massive backpack, a cardboard sign and just enough money to buy the next round of beer. Couchsurfing, an acient ritual for the mysterious creature that is the Partyboy, will be my main method of shelter this summer, relying on the generosity of dirty students, beer pong enthusiasts and whoever else is up for a laugh.
I shall abandon my habbits of regular showers, proper meals and confirmed bedding to be substituted with beer and biscuits. Who better to do it with than fellow blogger, part-time mermaid and Partyboy Aoife?

love/hate/teenage angst from a small town..
Raya

Rest In Peace, Ryan

VIVA LA GYPSY

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Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten

How are you feeling?

The amount of faggotry in this world is astonishing. I swear my Tumblr dashboard will actually soon overload if it sees another piece of fucking lovey dovey limp-dicked bullshit, like this kind of crap;

And this very nearly made me gag;

Like honestly, grow some balls, you sap. 

Jesus Christ the internet is a horrible thing, it gives people like this a medium to display how soppy and virginal they are.

No, you're right, i don't care about you, and you know, maybe if you spent less time making sentimental pathetic pictures like this someone might actually love you, but no. 

I'd rather be a bitter cunt than an emotional over-eater who reblogs cringe-making shit on Tumblr all day instead of actually developing a not hateable personality and getting the fuck over it. 

Peace & Love xoxo

Aoife. 

Yes I see you. Just have sex with me already

we'll be chasing the sun this summer

i dont want to be alone 

Will Sing For Beer

i had one of 'those' days. i overslept, got hit in the face with a rugby ball and squirted an orange in my eye. not productive. also, skipping lessons to go the pub probably limits my prospects in life. maybe i'll just work in a shop and fall in love with a builder.

on a more pleasant note... i cannot wait for summer to start. under the cruel british school system im obliged to be totured by teachers for another month. no wonder i drown my sorrows at 10 in the morning. once im set free it is down to dublin i go, to be reunited with my lover, my mot, my soulmate, my eternal joy. aoife!

we're planning to be bums this summer. tramps, if you will, living off beer and couchsurfing. ahhh dream summer.

and also as a well-done-for-getting-expelled-and-getting-your-life-back-on-track-so-quickly-and-getting-a-job-at-a-greenpeace-office present, my mum is taking to Paris for a long weekend in September. yuss.

until then, i'll spend my days making friends with other failures in life at the pub and playing the Maccabees on ziggy my ukulele.

happy wednesday, Raya

You're busy being make-believe

When you are no longer able to invest any faith in anyone, the closest you will ever come to loving is to love your untainted idea of a person you cannot have.

Their hands will break all the beauty in you

3 months. 3 months. 3 months.

Its me-Benny. 

Long time no talk. well, came home on thursday...as usuall overall exitment lead to a loud heartbeat and an overdose on adrenaline hormones made me running around the house until 10 pm that night. friday..went shopping bought a looooovely pink dress and new heels for my friends wedding on saturday. going to upload pictures asap.on saturday i went to the wedding were and almost melted because of the insane 35 plus degrees here (its probably just 20 but after being  ireland for the last months it feels like a heatwave) I got drunk with my friends on champagne. Saturday night I slept over at my friends, her unbelieveble cute brother invited some friends over so we dranktoo much white wine and cooked until 2am. Church on Sunday and then hoooome to a barbecue of my friend who oh-my-gooosh is moving to Uruguay...thats like in the jungle in south america..(well not jungle BUT ..close) where i overate myself on strawberries and icecream. Today was pretty calm, went swimming for like an hour and bought some stuff and now I am packing, cos I am going to my Nanas tomorrow...where I am just gonna chill and wait for my friends who are coming on Wendsday.....gonna get drunk and have a pool party. Don't let me forget my speakers. 

Packlist: 

swimsuit

Champagne

underwear
high waisted shorts

oversize t shirt 

shit....forgot to buy new make up.....

Bisoux, 

Benny.

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Here's to not being skinny enough, to the girls who can't eat nothing and/or exercise incessantly, 

and here's to not feeling good enough, not being able to say "hey i'm not perfect but this is how i am, so come and grab me by the love handles, world!" but feeling like shit about it instead. 

Here's to not being a "normal girl" who has millions of friends who comment things like "♥" every time they upload a half decent over exposed picture of themselves onto facebook, who doesn't own a million pairs of high-heels and study and get good grades and play sports and "ooh so naughty of me but i guess i'll have ONE M&M just this once!" like a good girl. 

Here's to never being rational about anything, never liking a boy and maybe go on a few nice dates with him, but instead falling head over heels for someone you know you'll never have and then obsessing over them night and day even though there was probably nothing all that great about them in the first place. Never studying or bothering to do the things you should so you might be in any way successful in school/college/life but hoping that everything will just fall into place for you one day and there's no point worrying about it now, right? 

Here's to those of us who every day feel like they must have come from a different planet to the people around them, who feel how unfair it is that they can't be normal and peaceful like other people, who are jealous of those with stability and calm and control in their lives and wish that something as simple as getting through the day wouldn't, for once, feel like a fucking battle. That maybe you could feel one emotion or feel one way about yourself for more than 5 minutes. 

Here I am, wondering why the simplest things in life have to be so complicated, why being a teenager ("the best years of your life!") is more wearing than an episode of Deadliest Catch.

If you feel this way, if you can relate to any of the statements above, or if you're sitting in your pretty room uploading pretty-ish pictures of yourself onto Facebook and eating your one M&M while texting that nice boy you went to the cinema with and think is "alright" (after your hockey match and morning study session, of course), thinking that you should be re-arranging your high heels but instead just want to listen to the angsty rants of those less fortunate than yourself...

Well, you've come to the right place. 

Peace, love and angst,

Aoife ✝

Sometimes it's just me and all my bottles all alone, I ain't coming back this time.

Summer's here, heavy air, loud and alive

the days are rare

the most thoughtful eyes will never find

the corner where the quiet lies