i think your a motherfucking motherfuckerrr

these scars. from Ayesha Jones on Vimeo.

this is a short film i did.

its quite personal and my mum cried.

anywwaaayyy...

mmm. i watched the rules of attraction last night. i do prefer

the book. but i did very much enjoy the movie yes.

i'm sorry. but there would not be this much blood.

haha. this put me in such a bad mood. it looks so fake.

but still sexy though. sexysexy.

lauren is sexy.

then this morning we watched this.

<3

oh yeah this really makes eating in the bath seem so wrong but so right.

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Arabella Kitty Matilda Green.

wrecked.

i haven't written words in a while. and i like writing. so . here are some letters for you. and me.

should i take an umbrella to london tomorrow?

my shoulders are aching, my back is tense,

my veins aglow in the cold burning light.

the barrier, broken, pierced just for a pence

of crimson, which lingers there, just out of sight.

i so just wrote that on the spot.

recently has been quite amazing.

amazing in the sense that i am so baffled that one experience can be so incredible, and before you know it, boom, back to hardknockingharshgoingfuckingpainful reality.

hearts for the queen's school west side story cast 2010

such a wondrous experience.LOVE.

to be quite frank.. or tom. or dick.. or harry with you, i am absolutely wrecked, what with west side, and our fashion show we organised, riding round in tesco shopping trolleys two days straight, and all the fucking cupcakes i've been eating.

i need to stop doing that.

remind me.

so wrecked that i'm afraid i am not feeling up to moving my fingers to type.. or in fact using my brain in any way.

but i am going to LDN tomorraaa. staying with caz. love that girl. she is damn hot.

blah; some photos from last week;or the week before that.

we love music.

blood brothers.

these scars i didn't get from you

i got them from my mother too

my father gave them to her first

when he told his love lies that were cursed

with time they slowly fade away

turning red and then to gray

but words they keep on cutting me

as wilted leaves fall off our tree

in 8 years time you'll ask of me

where i got these scars you see

and trace them with your sylphlike hands

only then will you understand.