famous

happyness is expensive

Be daring, be different, be impratical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ORDINARY.

sometimes i wish i could wake up and not feel that awful, familiar ball of gut wrenching dread at the thought of another day. Another day of smiling, pleases and thankyous, do this, do that - grin and bear it, 'i'm fine', 'get your head out of the clouds'. another day of the same people and trivial problems and meanignless chatter and everones talking and no ones listening and no one's looking and no one sees anything. another day of daydreaming about the futures, another day of feeling hopless and stuck. i wish that would all go away so im free to travel, do what i want, think for myself and do something that scares me everyday.

ohhhhhhh albury, albury, albury. what about you attracts so many parents? GET ME OUT.

on a lighter note, i cleaned out my closet (ha ha) this afternoon..... and found my old, old pair of cheap mondays. thats good. they cost me a lot of money back in the day of 08'. i was selling some chanel to a lady today and she picked up a bottle of nail polish. she asked me how much they are and i said 39. she laughed at me and said 'oh dear! 39 dollars for a bottle of this?' i replied sharpley, but still keeping my ditzy shopgirl demeanor and said... 'its chanel.'

she ran.

those who critisize our generation forgot who raised it.

Do you know where your teenager is at five o’ clock in the morning? The after hours club. The clubs attract thousands of Chicago area young people. Some say they come looking for drugs, dirty dancing, and pounding, pounding techno music.

it's okay to say no but all the cool kids say yes.

"so im in the forest doin hipster shit. looking at ▲, smokin a cig, staring into space, all one with nature and shit. outta nowhere those abercrombie wankers show up and start snapping pics of my iconic hair and chiseled features. wasted the vibe. fuckers"

But you're just so cool. Run your hands through your hair. absent mindedly making me want you.

i feel so cool. i made my first pair of 'cheap monday' cut offs today. and i wanna move to brooklyn. hey albury, I think you’re great and all, but I was hoping for more of a friends w/ benefits type situation…seriously, it’s not you, it’s me.

and by hangout i mean blowjob session


THINK HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE SAT NEXT TO YOU ON A BUS, TRAIN, WHATEVER. NOW THINK HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE SAT NEXT TO YOU ON PURPOSE, WITH THEIR FINGERS CROSSED IN HOPE THAT YOU’LL TALK TO THEM. I’M SURE SOMEBODY HAS. THERE’S PLENTY OF TIMES WHEN SOMEBODY’S SEEN YOU AND HOPED THAT YOU SPOKE TO THEM, BUT YOU NEVER DID, ‘CAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE THE GUTS, AND NEITHER DO THEY. DON’T GO AROUND THINKING NOBODY LIKES YOU AND THAT YOU’RE NOT LOVED, THERE’S BEEN PLENTY OF TIMES WHEN A STRANGER’S SPOTTED YOU AND THOUGHT “OH THEY’RE JUST MY TYPE,” BUT HAVEN’T HAD THE COURAGE OR CONFIDENCE TO OPEN THEIR MOUTH AND INITIATE A CONVERSATION, THE FUNNY THING IS, NEITHER HAVE YOU.

baby, did you forget to take your meds?

skip school, snort cocaine

oh year 12. this is pretty shit, all this nagging.

Assembly? nah! shove it mate. the only times i enjoy school is when a dog gets into the play ground. "theres a dog in the playground! Woohoo! all bets are off! you cant control me. you cant even keep dogs out of the fuckin' playground. REVOLUTION!" Or those dark, mysterious lads that dont go to school at all, turn up like outlaws, moseying on in on their BMX's, gliding across the grass with bogan sneers. "its all a con" i thought. "there are kids out there who dont go to school. they seem alright, in fact, look at em', they're cool! theyre like highwaymen. take me with you"