its the time of the season.

i never liked dr martens until now

heeeey sweeties <3

image via dr martens

JUST LIKE HONEY.

I might laugh

I might cry

image via make it easy

BROKEN ENGLISH.

if the thought of working in retail five days a week didn't depress me so much i would love to take a semester off uni. the education system is making my head actually explode.

flat hair. story of my life.

photo from polkashots. r.i.p

YES

gagging for it.

sit me down. shut me up.

little feet, little shoes

little socks.

you only live once.

images via http://blog.bluenote.lolipop.jp/

somewhere.

yes please.

in my lucid dreams.

searching for a home with lots of windows, japan in one month. deadline, in a straight line. sheer times, blank mind during 9-5.

via makeiteasy

kurdt.

lets listen to Nirvana and wear miu miu clogs, bandannas and denim. bustiers and cut offs are my new favourite thing, waiting on spring. so this editorial was all bruises and messy hair.

sunday morning, already there.

images: knighttcat

GIRLFRIEND.

i have a big fat crush on best coast.

www.myspace.com/bestycoasty

I TASTED HATE STREETS HANGIN' TREE.

listening to sixto rodriguez and dreaming of these shoes.

i was so badly rained on today i fear i'll never be dry again.

aw look at that sweet spring crunchy grass.

sugar man.

like jazz.

aw hey perfection!

images from the sart.

Death By.

I was a Teenage Warewolf - The Cramps

Baby it's you - Smith

DLZ - TV on the Radio

Baptism - Crystal Castles

Hate Street Dialogue - Rodriguez

Veni Vidi Vici - Black Lips

Surf Rider - The Lively Ones

I Can't Hear You - The Dead Weather

So Fine - Telepathe

Pablo Picasso - The Modern Lovers

This is my hurry the fuck up Summer playlist.

Pumping it.

photo via make it easy

BACKPACK//

LINDER STERLING

putting the 'thatsfuckingsick' back into collage.

via the protagonist//s.bubble

pink with envy.

I adore Lula magazine, but would never be so presumptuous as to refer to myself as a 'Lula girl.' I do own a straw boater and an embarrassing amount of pink accessories, but I'm no master of whimsy.

I think the term 'style schizophrenia' suits me okay. I don't have the dedication to immerse myself in a particular 'look', as much as I wish I could. All you immaculate rockabilly babes, super minimal celine girls and any other niche stylistic group.

I envy you.

Photos are of Lula's pop up store for Harvey Nichols.

ooee.

Sew Preetty.

images from susie bubble

CAN YOU DIG IT?

5 diana prints. need scanner. l - r coogee beach, the kiama house front step, pigeon coffee stall, moravia private hotel, babes eating chips.

read: a moveable feast, reading: south of the border, west of the sun, dabbling: collected dorothy parker, planning: the crying of lot 49.

why is a raven like a writing desk? (and why is my screen so dirty.) one of my best places.

drying cups and bowls.

day trippin' with frankie, the death of bunny monroe, moleskines, kiehls grapefruit roll on, diana, romance was born and snacks.

table by the bedside.

Being a sub-par photographer with a terrible camera (its pink, its covered in scratches and when you turn her off, she flashes) posting pictures I have taken probably isn't the smartest way to trick people into reading this blog.

apple&strawberryjuice.

Can't Get Enough

pink

strawberry flavour

alannah hill cardigans

nude bandage tights

face paint

plath

too many tormented, pretty girls in bows with apple&strawberryjuice

thecat&willitstopraining

grease lightnin'

I think one of the simultaneously greatest and worst emotions is when the rose coloured glasses lift.

It's a jagged feeling of freedom, hitting first with a rapid decline in confidence, followed closely by that of extreme laughter and perhaps light-headed, giddy-ness.

WHY!

We are all doomed to be stripped of the rose coloured glasses through which we view messy eyebrows, matte orange lids and grease slicked hair.

But for now, its new, its cool, its sexy and its a little bit risque.

So lets go with it until the moment comes. When we try and understand what we ever saw in all this to begin with.

Cool? Cool.

image via knighttcat

its 3 in the morning & you're eating alone.

I often feel much too un-patriotic for someone who lives in what is really, an amazing country. Although I hate Australia day, koalas, rubber thongs and all beer other than アサヒイ　(this has got to be mental. how damn superficial) I actually, sometimes, kinda, really dig it here. On that note, support young Australian writers?

like Emilia.

(But you can call her The Batch. Maybe.)

In saying all this, I'd be way into her writing even if she lived in Vietnam, or Russia. Y'know. So whatever. Follow the girl. She's got the goods.

And as for Australia? Where else can you take such a fabulously awful photo.

Seagull. In Sepia.

top image via fashiontoast

reck.less

where are my keys? reckless bitch. korean energy drinks. intense. a baptizzzzzzm!

diggin on martin margiela, lara stone eating mr whippy (sherbet cones. the best.) dita von's enlightening tome, acne - winter dressing with waist!

remembering how cool daul kim was and dancing so hard the floors shake.

images via cheapskate chic, russh and various image sites. not mine not mine!

THE REAL BANG BANG.

Telepatheeeee.

I think if i can one day afford it I will buy a micro korg and coax my friends into playing in an indie//girl//electro band like telepathe.

So super kawaii//cute.