the sky too is folding under you

someone telling you that they don't love you any more is the worst feeling in the world
but i'll be fine, i think

stuff i was obsessed with in may

blonde on blonde - bob dylan

richard hell and the voidoids


miu miu s/s '10

30 rock

this song:

marilyn's pretty

wow that last post was cathartic, anyway sorry to harp on about bob dylan for the third post in a row but it really upsets me that it's difficult to find a copy of dont look back in australian mainstream dvd stores because i would really quite like to see it.

so i realised recently, i spend so much of my time just trying to fly under the radar and succeeding in that 90% of people i know pretend i don't exist, that i am genuinely bemused when someone goes out of their way to be nice to me. it's weird.

also, i'm glad i've been able to get a handle on my self-pitying posts/delete them all, because now and again i see blogs with self-pitying posts and it just comes across as whiny and self-absorbed (not that blog posting isn't, in itself, a self-absorbed and - depending on how many rants you posts - whiny activity) and i feel a bit uncomfortable reading them, it seems almost voyeuristic as if you're gazing into someone's totally crazy neurotic thoughts. that was a really long and poorly structured sentence/entire post, sorry.

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idiot wind

generally i keep to myself most of the time, and i like to think that i'm not universally hated because i don't do anything to directly piss people off. however, their are a number of total fucking bitches that exist in my life that dislike me for whatever personal reasons and i would prefer to be rid of them permanently. fortunately this song exists to make me feel better.

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i woke up on the roadside

daydreaming bout the way things sometimes are

visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head

and are making me see stars

you hurt the ones that i love best and cover up the truth with lies

one day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzing around your eyes, blood on your saddle.

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idiot wind, blowing through the flowers of your tomb

blowing through the curtains in your room

idiot wind, blowing everytime you move your teeth

you're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

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subterranean homesick blues

aww whatta cutie.

my love for edie sedgwick will never die

schedule

i think i'm putting all my whiney posts on private so this blog is fit for people i know to read

tuesday: volunteer work at op shop from 10:30 - 4:30

wednesday: picnic

thursday: seeing new moon with mes amis

friday: interview for charity collecting job

next saturday and the saturday after that: partay

i like having plans.

here are some badass pictures

jello biafra being all stripey like

dylan being gorgeousness personified, my current desktop wallpaper

steve mcqueen's badass mugshot

love it

ted bundy, the ultimate badass

you're a big girl now

every time i listen to this song i want to burst into tears

the state line felt like the berlin wall

i've spent all of this month's allowance last month. meaning i have zero dollars to get me through various outings, and it's the fucking holidays. lovely

went to an op-shop and saw these fabulous ankle boots, it occured to me that i didn't have the $7 to pay for them so i just walked out wearing them. felt a bit bad until the sole fell off after 10 minutes of walking, looked at them more closely and they were really very flimsy. they probably should have been thrown out in the first place instead of put on sale. i was probably helping the op-shop then, in a sense. well that's what i'm telling myself anyway.

watched sixteen candles. it was kind of awful but in the best way possible and it really holds up quite well these days (apart from the racism), all things considering. john hughes was a god

i realised that depending on the day, like a rolling stone can sound a little or a lot like my life

last night i almost had a panic attack. i think about death quite a lot, i have a morbid fascination of sorts, but when i was lying in my bed trying to sleep, all of a sudden the full force of my mortality hit me all at once and i totally freaked. i felt nauseous with worry and i had to open my facebook and immerse myself in the mundanity of everybody else's lives in order to calm down. it was awful. i hope this isn't going to plague my life now that i can't seperate it from an impending sense of dread

like a rolling stone

i don't think i'll ever stop being fascinated by edie sedgwick.

once upon a time you dressed so fine
you threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
people'd call, say, "beware doll, you're bound to fall"
you thought they were all kiddin' you
you used to laugh about
everybody that was hangin' out
now you don't talk so loud
now you don't seem so proud
about having to be scrounging for your next meal

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how does it feel
how does it feel
to be without a home
like a complete unknown
like a rolling stone?

you've gone to the finest school all right, miss lonely

but you know you only used to get juiced in it

and nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street

and now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it

you said you'd never compromise

with the mystery tramp, but now you realize

he's not selling any alibis

as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

and ask him do you want to make a deal?

how does it feel

how does it feel

to be on your own

with no direction home

like a complete unknown

like a rolling stone?

you never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns

when they all come down and did tricks for you

you never understood that it ain't no good

you shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

you used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat

who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat

ain't it hard when you discover that

he really wasn't where it's at

after he took from you everything he could steal

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how does it feel

how does it feel

to be on your own

with no direction home

like a complete unknown

like a rolling stone?

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princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

they're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made

exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things

but you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe

you used to be so amused

at napoleon in rags and the language that he used

go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

when you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

you're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
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how does it feel

how does it feel

to be on your own

with no direction home

like a complete unknown

like a rolling stone?