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.........My name is Lucy James. I like people to call me Lu.
From Limerick, Ireland, living in Dublin at the moment.
20 years old. Silver hair. Transparent skin. I'm a bit of a sarcastic little bitch truth be told and a lot silly.
Beauty, Makeup artistry, feminism, sex, different styles, Music - all types, fashion, art, design, acting, vanity, creativity, passion, shopping, rockin it out, house parties, shopping, photography, old Hollywood glamour, big hair, slept in makeup, elegance, seduction, pearls, red lipstick, leopard print, burlesque, red & black roses, skulls, fishnets, 50's glamour, 80’s punkrock, the aesthetics of the Victorian era, The Beatles, retro decor, corsets, garter belts, road trips, black and white, bubble baths, best friends, addictions...and the death of them, emotions, feeling inspired, gorgeous smells, amazing moods, talking to strangers, rock&roll, Marilyn Monroe, Betty Paige, Audrey Hepburn, Jayne Mansfield, Elvis, Twiggy, lyrics, favourite songs, accents, the colour pink, Barbie, Alice in Wonderland, hourglass figures, curves, hips, dresses, pencil skirts, bows, L'internet, tattoos, piercings, haunted houses, pirates, Halloween, blood, graphic violence, the obscene, holidays, dirty minds, vampires, mirrors, abandoned places, playboy bunnies, belt buckles, animal prints, vintage-ness, cheap alcohol, love, blonde hair, live music, London, Vivienne Westwood, costumes, trashy lingerie, haute couture, protests, animal rights, insomniacs, abstract art, graffiti, dessert, daydreaming, kindness, imagination, secrets, the shade black, stargazing, winter, eyes, high heels, taking pictures, dancing till you can't stand up anymore, making memories, coke...of the diet variety, baking, my family, animals, quotes that make you think, my doggie, sarcasm, laughing to tears, senses of humour, candlelight, travelling, people watching, huge sunglasses, the word 'fuck', flirting, cuddling, sleeping in, harajuku girls, polka dots, Dita Von Teese, rockabilly, satin, lace, vinyl, handcuffs, fairytales, vintage pin-ups, studs, imperfections, love/hate relationships. people who read all of this. happy endings ?
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Fifteen rape victims have formed martial arts movement and are prepared to confront abusers if no one listens to their complaints…
A GROUP of women are fighting back against the sickening culture of rape which they say infects India. Fifteen determined females – all victims themselves – have trained in martial arts and are prepared to hand out rough justice if no one listens to their complaints. And the movement, called the Red Brigade, is growing rapidly following the gang rape and murder of medical student Jyoti Singh Pandey that horrified the world.
In a nation where a woman is reportedly raped every 20 minutes, the group’s leader Usha Vishwakarma said: “We are fighting back – and the boot is now on the other foot.” Member Sufia Hashmi, 17, said: “We’ve caught a lot of men recently. I joined because men always used to pass comments on me and touch my body but now we beat them and they run.”
Like the other members in the northern city of Lucknow, 25-year-old Usha has first-hand experience of the daily dangers women face in the huge nation – a teacher tried to rape her when she was 18. She said: “He grabbed me and tried to open my trousers. I kicked him in the crotch and ran.” Usha complained to staff but they told her to forget it and allowed her attacker to carry on teaching. She said: “Many parents tell girls to quit school so there will be no sexual violence. But we said no – this has to stop. We decided to form a group to fight for ourselves, not just complain.” MORE
i wish i was a mermaid so i could have a nice shiny tail and a pretty seashell bra and a beautiful voice that i could use to entice cute boys and make them crash their ships and drown at sea so human women could rise as the dominate gender of the land
Friends since senior infants (6 years old), the only two little English girls in our Irish country primary school, both with brown hair and blue eyes. We thought we were twins. We sat and played naughts and crosses on the steps outside school and I ditched my old friend Michelle for her.
Besties ever since although there is no way in hell you’d ever mistake us for twins now.
awh gosh <3 (i was born with naturally silver hair though because i was born a princess mermaid but had to dye it brown to fit in at school but as you can see now is my time of reign so i can be au natural again )
Going to stay in Limerick until Wednesday I think. We have two house viewings this evening in Dublin but fuck it, I need a break from Dublin life and the stress of everything up there. Going to go out down here tomorrow night then for my mate Billy’s birthday and yeah, cool :)
boy:
shit baby you're so wet already
girl:
that's actually just vaginal discharge and my body is cleansing itself from bacteria and dead cells to prevent infection and to maintain optimal reproductive health i'm not even all that turned on right now and i would prefer to go get some food or something
Do you ever wish sometimes that you were an idiot? Someone who was completely oblivious and ignorant to most topics? Is ignorance really bliss?. As Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know’. That really does seem to be the case sometimes. My standards of men and just people in general have increased so much since I started reading up properly and taking a more avid interest in relevant issues, like feminism for example.
It’s both great and annoying. The more I look into things, the more I see how fucked up some people and their views are but also how amazing and well-rounded other people’s views are.
In saying that though, if I were to meet someone, who maybe had a slightly warped view on certain topics, I wouldn’t not be their friend. I mean when I was 17, I was a fucking idiot who hadn’t a clue. I’m still only 20 and I realise that I still know fuck all on most topics. Everyone has the ability to change their views and in the process I think change the person they thought they were. I realise that there’s a lot of factors that can sometimes determine the level of interest one may take on the issues in society and the world: How you’re brought up, where you’re brought up, etc. It can be easy to ignore the things that maybe we subconsciously know is wrong.
Things are not always how they seem. And that’s something that is beginning to become a lot more apparent. And it’s sometimes a bit scary; everything you thought you knew and everything you thought was right, is anything but. That is why I think it is so important to keep an open mind and listen to people’s views and takes and be open to change.
So yeah in summary: The world is fucked, but is also amazing. People can be very daft but also very brilliant and sometimes I think you have to give the daft people a chance to become very brilliant.
Last night was my mate’s 21st and it went great and she had a ball. I did her make-up which she seemed to love and her outfit and hair were lovely. She looked amazing.
So in English class we had to draw a scene from The Great Gatsby. After the drawings were done the teacher was showing them to the class, and one drawing was a pic of Gatsby reaching towards at the green light, but in the drawing Gatsby didn’t have hands. So my teacher starts saying something like how this picture has hidden meaning and portrays the helplessness Gatsby feels, and the kid next to me just casually says “I can’t draw hands.”
Greatest summation of English literary interpretation ever.
the CEO of abercrombie didn’t really do a good job at marketing to cool kids because i don’t really like their stuff
The only definition of cool i have is wearing, doing, saying what you want when you want and not giving a fuck about what other people think. Their version of cool is v wrong and v transparent and v hollow. I am always right.
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