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. 

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

VIVA LA GYPSY

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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. 

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

Their hands will break all the beauty in you

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 ✝

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

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. 

SIDEKICK 4 GIRLS

I've been away for this easter break at my lovely old home Bahrain, a little island under the sun. We've had a bit of political trouble here over the past few months but thankfuly its all peace and love here again.
here's Bahrain:

I've catching up with old friends, and have met a load of cool new people who came to bahrain after i left and some of them have some cool stories to tell about donkeys in greece and getting their nose peirced by a prozzie in india!  A trip to bahrain is not complete without hitting up the oh so infamous Wranglers, full of $leazy bastards and pumpin' beats it's the best place to
1. get absolutetly destroyed
2. get perved on my old grenades
or 3. dance till dawn
plus its in walking distance on the beach!


beach-to-club outfit?

CHECK OUT THAT BIKINI TOP. WANTWANTWANT


Here may just be the most genius cover of Beirut's song Elephant Gun, done by the lovely artintheforest on youtube. check him out for more folky covers, seriously! plus he's a babe

peace, raya

Fuck Yeah This Man

SEAN SMITH

Look at his sexy tan dear christ.

This boy = my life. 

Bitches, bring it.


Aoife ✝

Novel of the month

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Where to start? I love this book so much. It's long. Really long. And the thing is, that makes it even better, because the story is so consuming you just never want it to end and it almost seems as though it's going to go on forever. The characters are amazingly developed - you really feel as though you know these people, that you, too, are in this story. It arouses an emotional response i seldom experience when reading a book, you empathize with the characters, rejoice in their successes, share their grievances, each new desperate layer they reveal of themselves affects you personally. You find yourself feeling resentful and betrayed by their shortcomings. 

An enthralling story, i beg you to read it. The last few weeks have been lonely ones for me, but in this book i found friends in Richard, Francis, Henry, Charles, Camilla and even Bunny. 

I hope you love it as much as i do.