Are you a mean person? Not mean.

Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Stephadawggggggg.

Is there someone you don’t ever want to be out of your life? Yes.

Do you miss your past? Some parts of it.

Have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough? Yes.

Last thing you had to drink? abigcupofT, nigger.

Last female you talked to, who was it? Steph.. Again.

What about male? Rosario I believe.

Would you be able to date someone who couldn’t make you laugh? No.

Is anyone on your bad side? Are they everrrrrr... Actually no, no body is at the moment. What a suprise? I just initially thought someone HAD to be there before even thinking about anyone but truth is; THERE IS NO BODY.

Have you ever slapped someone across their face? Yes.. Punched Alex's face once too..

Is anything wrong? There is, just not enough for me to rant on about.

whom did you last give the finger to? Alexxxxxxxxxx on Skype in da bath.

Are you in a good mood? Fantastic mood in fact, IF STEPH EVER BRINGS THIS TEA TO ME.

Would you ever want to swim with sharks? Would be awesome.

Are you excited for anything? Yes!

What are you doing right now? I actually hate when people answer, 'this', mind you that I do sometimes write that, well used to when I actually filled out these things but obviously you're doing this. Like, what else are you doing? Tumblr? Facebook? Talking on the phone, fucking useless people honestly, the question is there for a reason!!!! But I'm on Tumblr and Facebook and rolling a few smokes.

Are you worried about anything right now? Could be... But I'm not, the outcome resolves in sleep or chronic prescribed drugs, either way I'm happy as Larry.

Have you ever been used? One night stands.. We used each other? If that counts.

Where is the last person you kissed? Sleeping at his grandaddy and grandmamma's house.

Did you have unread messages when you woke? On Tumblr... No one texts me anymore these days because I never have credit or use my phone.. How sad? Ha

I NEED ANOTHER ONE OF THESE, KILLS A SHIT LOAD OF TIME. 'TIS GEWWWWWWWD.

I'm crashing into six million thirty one thousand eight hundred and four pieces, is that not enough?

When my head starts aching, the tears start rolling.

Are we still what everybody thought we were?

These monsters are killing my thoughts, my serenity within myself.

Tonight, I'm sleeping with a bag over my head.

Is a dry patch the killer of all relationships?

They remind me of you and I - and that is promising.

Do Muslims swim in their berkas?

Take my life, do what you wish.

WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING WRONG?

Is it worse to bottle up things to keep one you love happy and scar yourself on the way there or is it worse if you let it out and hurt the other person but no where near as badly as you would hurt yourself..?

Sacrifice yourself to keep the one you love happy or to hurt the person you love but not so severely?

To be.. Or not to be?

Maybe at the main meal? But I hope we're still at the entrée..

I thought how much you mean to me was a new, brilliant phenomenon but I guess love has a side dish of pain too.

You dream a life without me.

Two months of old pasta and the stench of cigarettes.

I just read a story I wrote about a year ago and it gave me shivers. I can't write, draw or do anything any more.

I want to tell eighty nine people how magnificent it feels.

Angry at the world

My skin turns so white when I'm high and my veins show purple, it makes me teeth look yellow.

I still don't know how to say it.

'I think everybody around us thinks we're fucking perfect together.'

Do you touch my body and feel beauty or do you just get on a hard and go all out?

Today.. Or tonight, whichever but this or that is all I ever wanted and needed for the past couple months.

Thank you, I have never felt so alive.

I hate when people ditch, even after all your plans and shit and then you're stuck.. By yourself.. At home.. Waiting probably about 5 hours for your boyfriend to come and probably watch a movie and fall asleep..

I noticed that you still are the one I live everyday for.

And I want us to be best friends with eternal happiness between each other.

I JUST WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND AND NOTICE HOW HARD I AM TRYING, INSTEAD YOU PUNISH ME FOR THE SMALL THINGS.

Ah save me.

TEA, CIGARETTES AND LYDIA

Wow, I'm bloody sorry mad'am

I miss our story, 'The Modern Capulet and Montague'.

I am going to sleep now, to think and possibly dream about what we have, what we share and what we don't have.

My dreams may mimic November.

Forty five minutes early for school on a cold morning.

A little cure for boredom.

The person I like and why I like them:

I've got a little crush on Alex Rohan because he's fucking beautiful.

A famous person I've been compared to:

Well, I've been told by heaps of people that I look like Mia Wasikowska off Alice in Wonderland and Alex told me I look like a pale version of Jessica Alba.

The best thing that has happened to me this week:

Well it is Friday tomorrow..

How I'd spend ten thousand bucks.

Hair dye, clothes, tattoos for Alex, cigarettes, food and shoes.

My last night out in detail:

Saturday night – With Alex, Steph and Natalija. Alex, Steph and I went to some restaurant on Keilor Road and had a couple of beers then Steph went to Essendon station to meet up with Renee and Alex and I went to The Linc.. Had a couple more beers, wasted money on the pokies and eventually picked up Natalija from Tia's and smoked up.

Something that makes me sad when I think about it:

Losing people and regret.

Would I rather be stranded on a desert island with someone I love for ten years or someone I hate for a month? Explain why.

Love, easily because you love them..

Something I'm currently worrying about:

My headaches..

Ine person from Tumblr I’d throw off a cliff, one I'd marry and one I'd fuck:

Throw: Tiger-Cub because she's so fucking up herself and annoying.

Marry: Some guy I saw on my dash the other day.

Fuck: The Homme boys.

Something I do without realising:

Play with my nipples haha.

Lyrics that apply to my current situation/mood:

First Day Of My Life – Bright Eyes.. Sort of I'm not sure.

A drunken story:

Went streaking with Sam Tansiri, Maxime cracked it and made me sleep on her lawn because she kicked me out so I went to Samuel's and didn't talk to her for months and months.

Something I regret:

Paranoia.

To do list:

Language analysis.

Post a picture of myself:

Will do after this thing.

My longest relationship and who it was with:

Possibly Alex, I don't know.

Post a bit of my last I'm conversation:

'English and at the canteen, but I'll come to you if ya want'

Five things I would change about me:

My hair, my boobs, ass, legs and my paranoia.

My view on being Tumblr famous:

Awesome and time consuming, which is why I have Tumblr in the first place.

Someone I’d like to be for a day and why:

Abbey Lee Kershaw or Gemma Ward

Five things within touching distance:

My laptop, doona, Steph, tea and cigarettes.

Story of my first kiss:

We were just having fun.

An embarrassing/socially awkward situation I’ve found myself in:

Um many..

Something I’m not proud of:

Manyer things.

The last argument I had:

Tiny argument on stop interrupting Alex talking.

I want to start loving school again, I want to love to learn.

I realllllllllly need some cigarettes, somebody come and give me a couple? Please?

It's so cold and windy! Fuck Melbourne.

I can't be fucked with school any more.

I want to run away and leave. I need to get out of here, save me.

City + Colour, apple crumble and cigarettes..

I find you the most beautiful man in the world, I think of you in particular and suddenly everything else around me is beautiful too. You mustn't be from here..

Are we living because of each other or are we living because we care about each other?

You are perfect.

I just realised how much you mean to me, how much we've been through. Isn't it all fucking wonderful?

HOMETOWN GLORY.

How much is self esteem and where do I get it from?

I'm living a nightmare within a fantasy..

I want to tell you that I am in love your skin, your hair and your beautiful, chubby thighs. Your cosy stomach, your warm hugs and your killer smile.

But how can I? I know it's hard to see but I can't try any harder.

I find myself constantly screaming your name at the top of my lungs.. It's so hard to tell you with words. All I want and need is, "you're so fucking beautiful and I will love you no matter what. I will do anything in the world to make you happy and when you're feeling down, I'll give you your favourite hugs for the longest minute of your life and if you need or want another one? I'll give you two more. You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world."

Because Ally, baby, I want to give you the world though, I only have so much. I want to show you how much there is to give from my heart, but I just don't know how.

A fleck upon my porcelain skin.

My rush from one withdrawing smoke from my j - my only happy days.

I am sixteen with marijuana in my cupboard. I wear knit sweaters and leggings all the time.

I find my self continuously disappointing people and making people aggravated or I even catch the slight, half smile you see some do when I walk past them.

I don't know why, but am I a friendly face? Because children aged about four to eight show so much attention to me, little do they know I despise their itty bitty tits and want them to burn..

I'm sorry for letting you down, making you angry and ruining your night. I'm sorry for, 'destroying my self respect' but you know how hard it is to cope, you know what it's like to want to run away from everything, but you don't expect that from me. Come down here and say hello to my sweet, fierce unworthiness, feel the warmth?

I want to think you're the one who would rush over here as soon as you finish and give me a huge, tight hug as if the world stopped. But you aren't, you're just angry and too confused about what to say.

And that's a little upsetting.

My pumpkin pie - Arexroharno

"You know what I want to do with the rest of my life? If I didn't have to eat and I was able to get Centrelink payments, I'd do it now. I' smoke weed.. Everyday, and draw what I hear and see from what the weed has fucked me up. Because that is, after all, my world - a different world, no one could relate but only show interest and comprehend. It would be my own little, cosy world. I want to sit down and write everything I see, detail or no detail, it doesn't matter, nothing would matter. Everything is beautiful. And once that happens; I think, nothing will exist, nothing will matter. Ooooh life."

"Because, its just simply, unfair. And life shouldn't be unfair because we have one and only one and no body wants to live a long, healthy life trying their best, working their asses off for nothing because someday, whether it be soon or not - we're all going to die.

Imagine; you die tomorrow, are you happy with what you've done? Are you content with your previous years? Would you change it, all?

Our journeys will diminish eventually so; there's no point trying, we just need to do what we like - what interests us. Well, those who deserve it because i'm all for prisons and that. Or maybe, if this race wasn't structured how it is, there wouldn't be harmful people. Imagine a world of your own, creator: you. Wouldn't that be fancy?"

Ohhhh migraine

God, that was strange to see you again, introduced by a friend of a friend. Smiled and said, 'yes I think we've met before'. In that instant it started to pour, captured a taxi despite all the rain. We drove in silence across Pont Champlain, and all of the time you thought I was sad. I was trying to remember your name...

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin, tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in. Now you're outside me, you see all the beauty, repent all your sin. It's nothing but time and a face that you lose, I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose. I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news. From a house down the road from real love... Live through this, and you won't look back...


There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave. You were what I wanted, I gave what I gave and I'm not sorry I met you, I'm not sorry it's over, I'm not sorry there's nothing to save.

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save...

I just read a Facebook group, 'That turning point in your life when you move on from Happy Meals' and it reminded me of that I actually do remember my first meal rather than the usual, 'Happy Meal' from McDonalds. It was a Fillet O' Fish, I was five at Taylors Lakes McDonalds drive through and it was a sunny day and the shade in the drive through was magnificent.

"I'm glad I didn't die before I met you"

This is the first day of my life
I Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain
Suddenly everything changed
They're spreadin' blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I Think I was blind before I met you
I don't know where I am
I don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go
So I thought I'd let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realized that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

I remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange
You said everything changed
You felt as if you just woke up
And you said,
This is the first day of my life,
I'm Glad I didn't die before I met you
But now I don't care I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy.

So if you wanna be with me
With these things there's no telling
We'll just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery

Besides maybe this time it's different
I mean I really think you like me...

Depressing moment today: I changed my Tumblr name from, 'Flogging Molly', yes I'd rather create a chain of my infamous titles, though, I thought it was time. My Tumblr title is now, 'The Featherlight', I don't know which I like better but Flogging Molly, terrible band, amazing title yet the originality is not in my possession and never has been. I like the irony of, 'The Featherlight', the fact that featherlight means exceedingly light but my blog has heavy weight, it's almost a groggy weight.

Anyway, I'm in art class now, my Tumblr URL is still to be dustychairs, as my Blogspot. For your information, 'dusty chairs' is created by moi.

Have a nice day xoxo

MOVIE TIME, nothing else to do...

How could you sit there and watch her die?

The suspense is killing me...

No body, I mean no body is on Facebook at the moment and it's so depressing, so.. I'm back to my Blogspot and it fucking sucks that Alex has work tomorrow at 7am and he's at his grandparents with no internet.

So now, I can't talk to him and I am fucking bored.

Relaxing..

I bought Alex Vans and they came in the mail today, I hope he's as happy with me as I am myself. Two pairs came, so wearing one pair tomorrow. Fuck selling them, they're pretty as but they're a bit too big around the toe area..

I have the worst sleeping patterns in the world, I'm hoping I can get to sleep in half an hour.. Otherwise, I'll have another nightmare at school tomorrow again.

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ON SUNDAY!

I love the hate for my blogs and the attachment I have created for my Vans. The sound of classical piano, Boy George, the Philip Glass Composition and the sweet smell of burnt toast. The sweet smell of your skin and smothered hugs we share. From Teriyaki chicken sushi we share and the whorish outfits we wear. To the envious people with grave passion and interest and the, 'Album O'.

So much yet so little time..

Today, I looked at a vending machine. I had $2.30 and had to make a hard decision; Grain Waves with chives or salt & vinegar chips..

I'm pretty sure I'm in love with my Blogspot.
How've you been sweetheart? I've missed you, dearly.

I believe no body understands how special and vital you are to me, absolutely no body.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if you were to reach to your subconscious deliberately and tell the world what's going on?
Our brains can be taught so much more than what they are, dedicate themselves and make a new world perspective and knowledge.
So, why aren't we doing it?
But then again, the world wouldn't be as beautiful if we already knew what existed.

I said to myself, I'd never sing of love if it does not exist but darling, you are the only exception.

ALEXI P 'THE SITUATION'

Ally Sav, Bree D & the occasional suprise from Alexi P

We hot

The person's attribute that you think is your favourite or is the nicest for instance, is what you want most, what you envy.

She wants an American snuggle buddy with an accent, that skates, has facial hair, maybe plays a instrument and is damn right bangin'. You won't get it, the closest thing you'll get to that is a fly.

Can't find a hair tie, can't find the motivation to straighten my hair.. What am I gonna dooooooooooo?

I love my papi

Too young to hold on, too old to just break free and run.

It's sad to see people that have a strong bond with another but over the love of drugs and nothing more.

My heart is all yours, do what you please, please.

My body is already aching, these nights are already long. If I last through the winter, I promise I won't go home.

I've missed you my dear Blogspot.. How've you been?

Natty babes on a rainy day 2010

Today, it's Monday, just the ordinary day with nothing but dreams and boredom. But it's Monday and I'm in love.

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

VIRGIN 'TIL DEATH xoxo

FUCKING TUMBLR
"We'll be back shortly
We may have forgotten to feed the wild Tumbeasts that roam our datacenter, resulting in gnawing and/or mutiny. Animal control has been alerted."

Get. Fucked.

Je suis désolé pour vous taper dans le visage. Je voudrais essayer de vous expliquer mon amour pour toi, Alex Rohan, bien, mon incapabilities vaincre mon désir d'expliquer.

It was just under three years ago, I met the happiest man in the world. He loves what he does and doesn't ever fall asleep in the bread aisle. Many swim through their own being to know how he does it, how he did it, what his father would say. He's different - the bakery man on Woodlands.

I LOVE YOU, ALEX ROHAN

The whole world, still on my string.

If you were to leave to the heavens, I'm afraid that I won't forget you and I will dwell on your spirit and the time we spent together.

My family is falling apart.

The story behind this; Etnie my dog, my dad took her for a walk down near Merri Creek and he let her off the leash like per usual.

She ran off and didn't come back, I saw this photo on my friends Facebook and there's my dog in his backyard as he switched on the light she's just standing there smiling.

Funniest thing in the world!

BUFFALO SOLDIER

I dunno his last name lol,
we just smoke bongs together.
LOL NAHT!

*wog voice* - go for a cig broooahaohaah

LOL I'm fucking funny
Wtf is, 'wogdoola' btw?

He has a kitten in his mouth.

LOL

like,

IT'S FUCKING COOT.
Fuck man, I'm full mungin' out on these Zappos.

LOL.

Probz have cocaine or some shit in them..
BECAUSE DEY GOT MII HOOOOKED!?!
I feel wrong that I'm excited to be eating them..
like,
immorally incorrect sort of wrong.
CAN YOU FEEL THE EXCITEMENT!?
It's like I'm talking to a brick wall man, seriously
I'm saying that because,
brick walls do not feel excitement,

and you are not showing any excitement in your words or punctuation - whatsoever.

Presence is active by the wait of having thirty years on my time line, sitting and having coffee with my ladies - my sisters.

Your body next to mine

So am I still waiting..

I just tipped over one of three half filled coffee cups. I went to get up to clean the coffee that spread across the floorboards immediately. Too bad my drink bottle that was full of Coke was where I put my hand. It tipped over and started spraying through the mouth piece everywhere, all over the walls, practically half the loungeroom and half the laundry floor ect. So this is me, writing on my blog, drenched in coke and suffering a horrid, sticky neck. A hectic O.M.G - over and out.

Nah, that's it - I'm making a Tumblr.

SO LONG, FAREWELL MY DARLING BLOGSPOT.

I feel like making a Tumblr.. I'M SUCH A TRAITOR. Sad fucking FACE!

PJANOO

RAISE YOUR WEAPON

Eric Prydz ♥?

'CAUSE BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORKKKKKKKKK

Day Two: 10 Things You Love.

1. My family.
2. My dog
3. Cold weather, then your coffee and cigarette in the morning is so much more satisfying.
4. I like the ability of drugs.
5. I like the fact I do not smoke, inject ect. drugs.
6. I love the fact I don't really love anything but people.
7. I love Alexander Daniel Rohan
8. I love what I do and what I've done.
9. I love the fact that this will all be over soon.
10. I love freedom.

Day Three: 10 Things You Hate.

1. I hate it when people say things before finding out facts.
2. I hate assumptions and assumer's.
3. I hate it when your coffee gets cold when you haven't even smoked half your cigarette.
4. I hate it when it's that hot, you're sweating but you're lying still.
5. I hate people.
6. I hate having the same clothes.
7. I hate slow internet.
8. I hate it when people underestimate me.
9. I hate my fears, anxiety and depression.
10. I hate liars.

Day Four: 10 Things You Want To Say To A Person

1. I love you.
2. Don't ever leave me.
3. You're beautiful.
4. You make me so incredibly happy.
5. I am afraid of losing you.
6. I love your hugs and lip biting.
7. I love your smile.
8. Most of your hoodies are at my house.
9. I fucking miss you already.
10. I'm sorry.

DAY ONE - TEN THINGS ABOUT YOU

1. My middle name is Rae, after my mother's father; Raymond.
2. I am musically orientated.
3. I don't appreciate being underestimated by many.
4. I have self respect, dignity and pride.
5. I fear birthdays, birthday dinners, getting older.
6. I am appreciative and grateful for who and what I've got.
7. I smoke and don't eat enough.
8. I have two parents, mum and dad are their names. Two sisters, Chloe and Stephanie are theirs and our newest addition - Etnie the Golden Lab, she's lovely and I don't ever want her dead.
9. Artistic expression - my forte`.
10. I'm just waiting to die.

Really need a fucking job! Somebody help me out, please.

I stay up 'til the early morning, with you in my arms - wide awake. I wonder if this will stop, if one day, this will just all suddenly fall apart. I hold tightly, embracing that very moment. Please don't let go.