So see the previous post- now this is the runway from RAFW. Yes. good. love it. uhhuh. gimme palease!
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About Me
- Emma
- Sydney, NSW, Australia
I like to:
- Play Dress Ups,
- Write poetry,
- Fantasise,
- Make Mix Tapes,
- Eat Avocado,
- Paint nails on one hand and
- Do the twist (just like Uma in Pulp Fiction)
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- jasper
- doily.
- Cannes we do it, yes we Cannes!
- i've been horribly behind
- Product of no sleep and an inside out shirt
- I'm with you Ginsberg
- Please, please, please, let me, let me, get what i...
- He-fucking-llo
- Bright Like Neon Love
- ice cold
- LISTEN TO THIS NOW
- Dear Diary
- dhiniplusgail
- It was acceptable in the '20s
- Find some other way to feel. Then you won't feel s...
- Not happy Jan!
- If anybody ever reads this:
- Jealous?
- Ladies
- You're standing on my neck
- The Doctors Are In
- DENIM
- As she rose silently from her grave, heads began t...
- Cover me
- Darkness calls me
- Those Monday Blues
- Class today
- I saved Latin, what did you ever do?
- I was serious
- My generation's for sale; it's a steady job
- She put her petals toward the sun
- These boots were made for walking
- I think im turning Japanese, i really think so
- Everybody's heard that the bird is the word
- And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession
- She is the new thing
- Like Sands Through The Hourglass
- I Was Working In The Lab Late One Night
- You can't tell a millionaire's son from a billiona...
- Play That Funky Music White Boy
- Beware the bombs
- Speech Less
- Look how good i am at lifting the heavy thing
- Australians all let us rejoice
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