I have seen that really annoying persil advert (“my vintage dress has all these weird stains on it bla bla blaaaaah”) and only now have I realised that the girl sitting down doing the nodding is someone i’ve met a couple of times at Buddhist meetings. She is v nice (the first thing she said to me was “YOU’RE VERY BEAUTIFUL. Did you know?”) 

actually, come to think of it, I can think of at least 3 other people I know through Buddhist things who have been in adverts for things. weird

(actually it’s probably not weird and more likely that buddhism attracts ~artsy~ people such as aspiring actors. but it is still a bit odd to see someone who used to come round to your house for chanting and cake suddenly on tv or with their face plastered on the walls of tube stations)

7:40 pm  •  28 April 2013  •  2 notes

powderdoom:

lavandula:

make up at tao autumn/winter 2008-2009

ultimate inspiration 

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1:38 pm  •  28 April 2013  •  7,394 notes

“Sometimes I just want to get a fake orange spray tan and bleach my hair blonde and wear hollister and a&f and american eagle and uggs exclusively and wear frosted lipglosses and make ducklips faces and care about jersey shore and gossip girl, ecause apparently “nice” dudes hate when girls that because it’s “fake”, it’s “slutty”, it’s overdone/tasteless/”dumb” but screw you. Everything is fake. All persona is persona including what you’ve been conditioned to perceive as a “neutral”/”inoffensive” appearance.

Because i don’t want your “respect”, and I certainly don’t need your advice on how to “respect” a body. I don’t need your fake concern about skin cancer and burns on my scalp when my body doesn’t even feel like mine sometimes, or when breast cancer becomes selling sex to teenage boys who wouldn’t tell you about the lump in your breast they felt while they were feeling you up. Your concern for my body will always be mediocre until it is mine to create/destroy/create, and even then it wouldn’t even matter because you do not inhabit this flesh, or these organs, or this mucus/snot/bile/blood/spit/fluid/fluid/fluid, so stop trying to crawl into my bed of skin, and stop trying to own my ugliness. You can’t have it. Too bad, so sad.

I don’t want you to wait before I leave the room to talk about how gross I am. I want my skin to be greasy and leave big orange stains on every man who touches me and who I choose to touch. I want my hair to make you puke. I want my clothes to remind you of how capitalism lives in tube tops and booty shorts just as well as it does in jeans and a t-shirt or whatever else makes you feel like the girl you want is real “authentic”, real “down-to-earth” or whatever. I want to remind you that every picture is posed. No expression can be pure when you can see the camera and the camera can see you. I want you to know that I spent three hours straightening my hair and putting on my eyeliner over and over again, and removing it over and over again so there’s light grey rings under my eyes, and when I reapplied my lipgloss for the 20th time tonight in the backseat of my best friend’s car it hit a pothole so it’s smudging against my lipliner, and I’m still not “sexy” to your pretentious John Lennon art school ass. My labor is MINE, and it’s ugly because God loves ugly. I wasn’t put on this earth to turn you on. I want to scream and party and grind to terrible club music because I want to scare the life out of you. I want you to go home and post a facebook update about how “our generation is doomed” and get twenty likes from all your pretentious John Lennon art school friends and all your fedora-wearing self-entitled pasty sarcastic bros and all your edgewatch xvx police officers and all your “nice guy” indie rock microbrew date rapists who all secretly wish they could make a man want to remove himself from this earth just by getting a spraytan.

I don’t want you to want to be turned on by me, BRO. I want you to have to look at me. I want to be the bright orange flesh you don’t want to see but you also can’t ignore. I want you to be very, very scared of what is going to come out of my mouth. I want you to cringe at the sound of my voice because it is both too feminine and too loud. Your disgust makes me even louder, even more powerful. And it’s so funny to me, so funny to me, because you know and I know we are both just pretending we aren’t aware that deep down you so badly wish you could be a monster, too.”

— volatile-bambi (via ellesugars)

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5:04 pm  •  27 April 2013  •  1,513 notes

I’ve had some couscous and feel generally better about everything so here is a photo of my not-terrible collection from last night

I’ve been weaving that tartan for WEEKS. I’m not exaggerating when I say I see it when i close my eyes

12:31 pm  •  26 April 2013  •  14 notes

serious gribbly mood over here

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11:57 am  •  26 April 2013  •  1,565 notes

I’m v sad because it was my degree fashion show this eve and I can’t stop thinking about how horrible my stuff looked and all the little things that went wrong.

like they buttoned up the collars wrong so it just looked like they were wonky by accident and not as a feature (it looks like the dresser actually tried to straighten them out whaaaat)

oh and they put the model with the LONGEST HAIR in my jacket with the printed back panel so it was completely covered dfgdfgdfgdfgd so fucking angry

hopefully i will feel better about this tomorrow but now i just want to cry forever because i feel like my whole degree was ruined by crap dressers who can’t read instructions properly

12:18 am  •  26 April 2013  •  1 note

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11:26 am  •  21 April 2013  •  7,339 notes

magicbuffet:

dreamstates:

Hellen Jo
Girl Gang Paintings for Giant Robot’s SEASONAL CHANGES show

SO GOOD

(via electricalgloom)

10:33 am  •  21 April 2013  •  9,017 notes

shitmystudentswrite:

On the other hand, Levi-Strauss, the inventor of denim jeans is an example of structuralist opposition. He made the denim jeans fashionable and popular.

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11:33 pm  •  20 April 2013  •  408 notes

lostinmoonrisekingdom:

Sensitive Dudebro Coming of Age Film [x]

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10:29 pm  •  20 April 2013  •  53 notes

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11:23 pm  •  19 April 2013  •  76,875 notes

electricalgloom:

mymbley:

Also i know turn it in is supposed to take “up to 24 hours” the second time but I’m suddenly struck with an irrational fear that it will just never process my dissertation and I’ll just fail and be accused of plagiarism 

….it’s been nearly 20 hours now aaaah help panic panic panic

CALM DOWN it takes bloody ages normally. If you calm down I will track down Cult Party an buy you something…

I’M CALM :D

8:37 am  •  17 April 2013  •  4 notes

samalamalamalam:

Morrissey playing the chocolate

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8:10 pm  •  16 April 2013  •  7,912 notes

Also i know turn it in is supposed to take “up to 24 hours” the second time but I’m suddenly struck with an irrational fear that it will just never process my dissertation and I’ll just fail and be accused of plagiarism 

….it’s been nearly 20 hours now aaaah help panic panic panic

8:08 pm  •  16 April 2013  •  4 notes

Been feeling v wobbly lately. I seriously envy anyone who is not doing the last bit of their degree right now (or whose course allows time for self-care)

8:05 pm  •  16 April 2013  •  3 notes