Hate louder, I can’t hear youuuuuuuuu xo
Should I put some red ink in the roses
Sorry not sorry for the constant reblogs because my boyfriend is fucking astonishingly talented & that’s all there is to it.
Anonymous asked: How many aborigines died to make your vegan breakfask this morning, you selfish bitch!!!????????
These are the kind of messages I have to put up with on a daily basis.
Casual reminder that you can now read all of my Luna articles in one place! I will be updating my portfolio and adding my other published/magazine work to my blog soon, for those who are interested. xo
A man at a bar was recently watching me, and said to my (non tattooed) friend, “Tattoos are a young girl’s way of saying, ‘Look at me’, and that is all.” She didn’t tell me he had said this until a few hours later, but goddamn I wish she had.
If she had, I would have walked straight up to him, looked him square in the eyes and said, “Look at me”.
I do not sexualise my tattoos. They’re on my arms. Feel free to look at them, feel free to look at me. I also sometimes have pink hair, or eyebrows that go halfway up my forehead, or shoes with inch-long spikes on them. Feel free to look at them, feel free to look at me.
There is nothing wrong with wanting to blend into the crowd, and there is also nothing wrong with wanting to be looked at. You can look at me all you like, boring businessman in suit. You can look at me and be disgusted, you can look at me and be amazed, you can look at me and think nothing of my tattoos/face/makeup/clothing, or you can look at me and decide you know something about me,
because at the end of the day I have made some kind of impact on you and you literally do not exist to me at all.
So yes, please, continue to look at me. Stare as much as you like. Stare at me and talk about me, do what you please… If you ask politely, I might even let you get a closer look!
I am a super awesome, complex, intelligent individual with a lot to offer the world. I am talented and driven and I plan on going far - maybe the girl next to me with no tattoos is just as rad, if not more so than I am! Maybe the girl across the room with facial tattoos is even smarter than we are; maybe her friend in the fake tan with the fake tits is the most interesting one out of us all, and is going to revolutionise the world one day.
The great thing, though, Mr. Boring Businessman, is that none of these factors, nothing to do with our aesthetic, entitles you to know anything about us.
We don’t judge you for your appearance, but lemme tell you something about your attitude; it shows you have nothing to offer at all.
So please, sir, fucking look at me.
I… Wha? Huh?
I’m flattered and all, but why am I on a blog called ‘ilovegothgirls’? I wear pastels and listen to Justin Bieber, like for real. Hmmm.
Also, my mother’s Music Likes on Facebook are:
- Alternative rock
- The Kamikaze Thundercats
- The Pissfits
- Punk rock
YES GOOD, I WAS RAISED BY THE BEST.
Seven months ago, I met a guy at a Halloween party and I clicked with him more than I have clicked with anyone in a really long time. He looked like a complete doofus because he was wearing purple short shorts and a pink crop top (what 23-year-old dresses up as Dora the Explorer?!) but he made me laugh all night, we talked about tattoos and music and books and got along very well - it is not often that I feel like there is no-one else in the room but with him that feeling was instant.
So yeah, I developed a huge crush on him, but then the girl who introduced me to him told me I wasn’t allowed to like him/ever date him so I basically spoke to him on Facebook chat as much as I could for the next month or so, and then we actually started hanging out a little bit and even though it had to be on the sly, every time I saw him I’d leave with a massive grin on my face and he just made me so fucking happy as a mate it was unreal. (Still had a crush on him though.)
Then I was going to England for a month and he drove me to the airport and I wanted him to kiss me goodbye but he didn’t. When I was over there, though, we Skyped for hours every day and I missed him like crazy and I felt like it was going to suck when I got back because being ‘best friends’ with him was awesome but I literally thought he was the hottest human being in the whole world and I could not stop thinking about kissing him.
Anyway I got home at the end of January and he kissed me the first night I got back and he became my boyfriend about ten minutes after that, now I get to see him whenever I like, he puts my feet in his mouth whenever I ask him to (which is often), I get to kiss him in the mornings when he’s disoriented and has sleep in his eyes and smells like boys smell in the mornings, he gets to put up with me when I’m sick and cranky and I get to give him blowjobs whilst we listen to A$AP, how sick is that?!?!
It is one in the morning and I am pretty damn lucky, I reckon.
I’m going to go down and spend a week or so with my mumma tomorrow, get my head sorted, catch up on all my freelance work, acquire myself a new winter wardrobe, potentially get a haircut, take my dog on a lot of beach walks, read some books and miss my boyfriend. I’m excited.
michaemarie asked: do you get jealous of people who you think are prettier than you?
No, I think that’s a really silly, counter-productive mindset to have and a terrible, terrible habit to get into.
For a start, all beauty is subjective and just because I may think someone is prettier than I am, doesn’t mean the next person who comes along is going to necessarily agree.
Secondly, I don’t really see the point of determining a person’s value according to their aesthetic, I think that’s the wrong way to go through life. There are ALWAYS going to be literally millions of girls who are better looking than I am, but so what? They can’t apply their eyeliner like I do. They can’t write prose like I do. They can’t kiss, dance, converse, pass assignments, travel or love like I do because they’re not me, they’re themselves.
Comparing ourselves to other people is shit.
My boyfriend once said to me, “I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen,” and even though I think that is a load of CODSWALLOP, it doesn’t make that statement any less true if he believed it, you know?
Similarly, I’ve DEFINITELY had a girl say to me that I was the ugliest person in the world before - I think that’s bollocks too but hey, maybe she believed it and that’s alright too.
It’s all alright because every single one of us is so much more than what we look like, so fuck it, who cares.
meowsington asked: Stories are great, so what are your top 5 fictional books of all time and why?
I honestly don’t know if I can choose a Top 5, because I’ve read and adored hundreds of books. In saying that, whenever I get asked for favourites my brain always goes back to the same few authors/novels, so this might be a semi-accurate answer:
- The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger
No other work will ever sum of my narcissistic teenage years better.
- Invisible Monsters - Chuck Palahniuk
As everyone knows, Chuck is my favourite author and this is my favourite work of his, both the original and the recent Remix. I think it’s chilling and haunting and brilliant, more so than any of his other novels, and I think the characters are just disgustingly brilliant.
- Cat’s Cradle - Kurt Vonnegut
I’m pretty sure I’ve reviewed this on my blog before.
- The Lord of the Rings Trilogy - J.R.R. Tolkien
I first read LoTR when I was very young, because it was one of my dad’s favourites and the films were due to come out in a couple of years so I guess my parents thought I should get on it. I have re-read them countless times since and there always ends up being something I completely overlooked or didn’t appreciate before, which I think is an amazing quality in any work of fiction.
- Black Coffee Blues - Henry Rollins
Arguably not a work of fiction, but I’m going to include it anyway because trying to choose a fifth was stressing me out and it’s very common knowledge that I admire Rollins’ work above all else.
I am a great girlfriend.
Check out this amazing book @daisylola bought for me!
Breakfast with my gorgeous boyfriend, book shopping, fruit eating and now I’m in the garden watching Twin Peaks and writing in my new Hobbit journal - life’s good xo
Hello! I have been tagged in a thingy by the lovely epilepticfantasies on Tumblr & I didn’t notice it until now, so I’m answering the questions a bit belatedly, sorry love!!!
- Which fictional character are you most like?
I’m totally not sure! I always get grouped into the stupid fucking manic pixie dream girl trope but I don’t buy it at all. Feel free to tell me what you think haha.
- What is your favourite movie?
Fight Club, duh ;)
- What quilt cover do you have at the moment?
A really lovely black one with sequinned detailing that my mother got me for Christmas!
- What picture can you see?
My own dumb face just above!
- What book did you last read?
On the Road - Kerouac
- What shoes do you wear most often?
Pair of grey Vans.
- Do you like to cook?
I am TERRIBLE at it, but my boyfriend is pretty good and I often pretend to help, which I enjoy ;)
- What song did you last listen to?
Knowing me, it was Soco Amaretto Lime.
- What is your spirit animal?
A bitchy kitten.
- Do you own any masks?
I don’t think so!
- Have you won any awards?
Lots actually, but it’s a bit douchey to go into them haha.