listening - to pure imagination covered by glee
watching - real housewives of beverly hills. adults acting like high schoolers.
wanting - to not feel so bloated
wishing - for school to go away for a bit.
liking - solitude

eating - piako yoghurt lemon curd flavoured frozen yoghurt

hating - feeling bloated, gaining a kg, feeling tired, that my parents return from overseas tomorrow

i havent used this blog since last year.
yet someone i know copied the url of this to their tumblr... oh so subtle.
rant over.

EDIT: maybe that can be a reason for me to start using this again.

BYE BYE MISS AMERICAN PIE.

yes tumblr is much more easy to fake creativeness on... by only ever clicking 'repost' and basically copying other people you can actually come up with good shit.

yet i still have to switch! blogger is to hard to personalise/make aesthetically pleasing.

so follow me and reblog me and be lets tacky tumblr-ers.

giftofthegab.tumblr.com

GO HARD.

and i will be back.

bath house

pamela love cuff

maison martin margiela cuff

giles & brother earrings

sensible heels.

elizabeth and james

vpl stripe band cotton bra.

vpl insertion cotton bra.

via net-a-porter

im going to semi-permanent this weekend! mostly looking forward to hearing karen walker speak. should be worth be missing a few of my prelim exams..

im excited for new zealand fashion week, wish i had been old enough to enter the young talent competition

(L-R, myself and kaitlyn)

Dress up parties are good fun!

(L-R, elly and me)

frankie magazine

friends leaving party

- saturday night

masters ave

- friday night

You have to do stuff that average people don't understand, because those are the only good things - Andy Warhol

i want to live my life by this statement

issueeess

i freaking love animals

i went for a walk around the neighbourhood this morning and do i have the cutest ever cat living next to me in this subdivision.

Month One.

Hi Mommy!
I am only 3/4 of an inch long,
But I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it,
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
Is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two.

Mommy,
Today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
You could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I’m not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three.

You know what Mommy,
I’m a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don’t like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too,
And I cry with you even though
You can’t hear me.

Month Four.

Mommy,
My hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
But I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
And stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five.

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I’m not a baby.
I am a baby, Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what’s abortion?

Month Six.

I can hear that doctor again.
I don’t like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can’t get away from it!
Mommy! Help me!

Month Seven.

Mommy,
I am okay.
I am in Jesus’s arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn’t you want me, Mommy?

Every abortion is just…

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you’re against abortion, reblog

oh deer!

hopefully getting some antlers for our lounge soon

getting pissed of with littering lately

i wanna i wanna i wanna..... this

stolen girlfriends club

the cats meow