Holy shit this night never ever ended. 105 photo’s from last night and hardly any good ones of my outfit.
Going to Hot Damn on a Thursday night is a staple for me and my friends. We dance to all our favourite genres and it’s amahzing. Pop punk, hip hop, electro and power pop- I love it. The night started off with me and Madd drinking Passion Pop at my place as we wandered up to good old Oxford Street to meet Blake and Tim. Hit Hot Damn and got on it pretty hard as soon as we got inside, felt good all night, laughed a lot, danced a lot, smiled a lot. Then BFFL rocked up and he was in a weird mood which kind of put me off a bit so I went and had some gutter hangs and did lines off my iPhone with Madd and Poppy. Then the BFFL came and found me and Madd snapped another dumb, perfect photo of us, then we went and had chats in the alley while listening to Brand New.
After he left, Madd and I went inside and danced more, and hung outside until like 4.30 when we finally got in cabs and parted. Last night was definately interesting.
All my bling won’t fit in the outfit category but it pretty much makes my existence good. My left wrist usually consists of:
+ two black bracelets that i recieved from my eighteenth that are made out of camera pieces. I never, ever take them off.
+ three thin silver bangles i stole off mother.
+ a black and silver glittery cuff thing. It always gets caught on my stockings and king of feels like a nail file, but it’s cute.
+ a thin black studded cuff made out of .. well it’s some sort of ceramic
+ a silver cuff that looks like chains.
+ an old wallet chain, pinned on with a big kilt pin.
+ and my favourite piece, a black leather cuff with big bling letters that spell out hopeless.
_If it makes you less sad
I will die by your hand
I hope you find out what you want
I already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad
We’ll start talking again
And you can tell me how vile
I already know that I am
I’ll grow old
And start acting my age
I’ll be a brand new day
In a life that you hate_