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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Jet Morrissey: A strange and wonderful creature

I know a girl called Jet.
She eats pickles in empty baths and sits on the roof in thunderstorms.
Jet likes to be naked, and she likes dream catchers.
She tells her therapist to go fuck herself and buys Ukuleles and steals DVDs from ex-boyfriends.
Jet never ceases to amaze me with her creativity, her beauty, her wonderful naivety and her bizarre ways. 
If i were a musician i would write songs about Jet. When i am a photographer i shall take pictures of Jet, and when i am a director i will make a movie, about a girl on LSD, staring Jet. 
I am constantly discovering new and even more wonderful things about Jet. She's like no one else in the world.
I had her but for a short time, and i wish i'd realised then how spectacular she is, i didn't know how good i had it, with my darling Jet. 
I wasn't always good to her, i didn't always treat her like i should have. And even when she wasn't good to me, it wasn't because she meant to...she always meant the best.
I could be mean and nasty, and i'm so sorry now.
But i'll have her again soon.
Soon we'll be living in a bath tub, rolling in Cheerios, and i'll treat my dearest Jet the way i should do.
If i never have anything else again, i pray that i'll always have Jet, and i'll pray that she'll see one day in herself, all the things i see in her.
Looking back now, from a much lonelier place, i can't believe how good we had it, Jet. We had eachother, and we didn't need anything else. We were amazing.

"These violent delights have violent ends 

and in their triumph die

Like fire and powder

 which as they kiss

consume."

Don't worry, Jet. We'll be together again soon. And this time nothing will part us, i promise.

With all my glitter-covered love,

Bryn. 

back@war

THE THREE TEA-AND-KRYPTONITE-ERS ARE REUNITED ONCE MORE
back from christmases with our families, new years with friends and into the blurred lights of dublin. as i type we are gathered getting ready for a night out. tonights outfits consist of crazy print trousers, suspenders, glitter and bright lipstick. and of course; what's a night with-out jelly shots?
oh
and body shots 'course.
i hope you're all having as good a night whatever you're doing. wrap up warm if you're going out. goose-pimples are not sexy. and if you're lucky enough to live in a southern-hemisphered country, well then whip out the shorts and party on the beach.

t&k's rules of going out
1. neon paint suits any occasion
2. fuck accesorize, GLITTERIZE
3. hobo-chic is the new black
4. down that cheap-ass beer
5. dance dance dance till you're dead

au revoir, raya,bene,aoife

I feel infinite

You are neither here nor there