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These pictures are quite literally "naked as we came", they are also wonderful pictures.

This must have taken hours, but it looks soo good.

I don't know if anyone else could pull off a Chanel tattoo other than a Chanel model, which is a shame.

I was reading postsecret this week and I was wondering if someone handed me a blank postcard and told me to write down my secret I wouldn't know what to write. I don't know if that makes me boring or what. I once read a secret that said secrets are necessary, I don't want to know what happens to those people that have no secrets. Sounds miserable to me.

Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart:
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free.

I can not wait for these next two weeks to be over!

Got my tickets to go see Roger Waters on order. I'm too excited, last time he was amazing, and this time he is expected to be even better.

I've made a right idiot out of myself lately, it's time for change. Seriously this time.

London, here I come.

Today was mega hot. Beginning of summer is here! Burnt the back of my ears though.

1 exam down, 14 to go!

CocoRosie Pictures

Possibly the nicest present I have ever received.

Anonymous gifts are the best :).

I can't get this song out of my head.

It has to be said this song is amazing. I am having a good week.

Hurry up summer, please. I miss you.

Stress. Stress. Stress. ¡Qué Rollo! I wish I were an animal.

"I always knew I would spend a lot of time alone,
No one would understand me,
Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals,
Spend all my time amongst the animals,
And on the tracks I would go they lead to the sea,
To be amongst the animals"

"I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it. What I do feel is the scariness of being an adult, being alone in this big huge loft with so many CDs and plastic bags and magazines and pairs of dirty socks and dirty plates on the floor that I can't even see the floor. I'm sure that I have nowhere to run, that I can't even walk anywhere without tripping and falling way down, and I know I want out of this mess. I want out."

One week and two days until Cocorosie, I'm so excited.

Woke up this morning smelling like a pub.

Kim took pictures for her portfolio today. The weather was so nice.

This weekend has been amazing, unfortunately it's over.

Too fast to live, too young to die.

R.I.P Malcolm McLaren.

I got a new dress today, that can't really be classed as new, because it's old, but it's new to me, so i'm pretty happy. I have growing pains in my knee's.

Also the poetry I said I'd post, got to love Tichborne;

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,

My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,

My crop of corn is but a field of tares,

And all my good is but vain hope of gain.

The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,

And now I live, and now my life is done.

My tale was heard and yet it was not told,

My fruit is fallen and yet my leaves are green;

My youth is spent and yet I am not old,

I saw the world and yet I was not seen.

My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,

And now I live, and now my life is done.

I sought my death and found it in my womb,

I looked for life and saw it was a shade;

I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,

And now I die, and now I was but made.

My glass is full, and now my glass is run,

And now I live, and now my life is done.

Everything is pretty terrible at the moment;

Post secret was bad,

The weather is getting colder not hotter,

My bag broke,

I still can't get into my book,

I'm disappointing people.

Although;

I did find some poetry I used to love and reading that made me feel a bit better. I'll probably post that later.

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

The Smiths is back.

London.

I need to go here. Soon. Living in England and not have visited London yet makes me sad. But looking at Camden Market makes me happy. I will go there with lots of money, buy lots of thing, and be a happy girl. It's well overdue.

"if we come to sleep

we are His drowsy ones.

and if we come to wake we are in His hands.

if we come to weeping, we are His cloud full of raindrops.

and if we come to laughing, we are His lightning in that moment.

if we come to anger and battle, it is the reflection of His wrath.

and if we come to peace and pardon, it is the reflection of His love.

who are we in this complicated world?"

This picture sums up my whole two weeks off. Back to school today, wishing I never wasted my time off. Picture courtesy of Kim Leggett.

So it begins.

This has been stuck in my head for weeks. Easter song.