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

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. 

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.

L

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 ✝

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. 

Un dimanche à la campagne

Paris Vogue Nov '10


Ah, what can i say?! 

Je t'aime. 

Love,
Bene

Chillboy

Feeling blue? Put on your pyjamas, light some candles and plug in some fairy lights, sip some herbal tea and just chill. 

It's the best, cherry-scented candles and Lime Blossom tea and internet stalking really helped me relax, i feel great. 

Fucking hippy.

Peace and love,

Aoife ♥

The future's looking bright, tonight.

Don't cry, life's a miracle. 

With more love that you can imagine, 

Aoife ♥

Fuck poetry let's party

Hello my ducklings.
Snow snow snow. All snow and no school makes Aoife happy.
Last week i went to the Kat Von D book signing and i met her and gave her a hug and she signed my Beethoven tape and said it was soo rad and that she was going to copy it and then i died. Great day.
So anyways, life is sweet at the moment.
I think my boobs are getting bigger. This is bad.

Also, this. This is bad.

Fuck this adolescence

I like boys with nice hands and good grammar.
 I like to climb inside the duvet cover and pretend that nowhere else exists, I like jumpers with holes in the sleeves for my thumbs.
 I like to feel loved and not lonely, i like long car journeys and staring out windows.
 I like cold weather and city lights, drinking tea and feeling OK. 
I like the smell of the people i love and i like to dance, dance, dance.
I'd like to leave school and run away to California, and i'd like if oneday the world made sense.


Aoife ♥

C'est la vie

evening m'darlings. hope lifes not taking too much of a toll of you. its been a stressy week in school and its safe to say i havn't been having to best of weeks. oh well it should look up rather soon due to some much-needed RETAIL THERAPY. i've been bumming it in my sherpa shirts and unbrushed hair. like a boss hobo.
winters started with a bang so we've been layering it up. oh how i long for summer days where theres tons of festivals nd we can wander barefoot, barelegged. ahhhhhhh. six months left.

current life situation: FUCKED




love always, raya

A thousand splendid suns

Her hands cupping his elbows. The upside-down, mandolin shaped birthmark beneath his collar bone, glowing red. His face hovering over hers. His black curls dangling, tickling her lips, her chin. The terror that they would be discovered. The disbelief at their own boldness, their courage. The strange and indescribable pleasure interlaced with pain. And the look, the myriad of looks, on Tariq: of apprehension, tenderness, apology, embarrassment, but mostly, mostly of hunger.

A thousand splendid suns, Khaled Hosseini.