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1/ Destroy You - The Filthy Souls 2/ Seconds - Ghost Loft 3/ Anklebiters - Paramore 4/ Asleep - The Smiths 5/ R U Mine - Arctic Monkeys 6/ Holy Grail/ Counting Stars/ Smells Like Teen Spirit (Live Lounge Cover) - Little Mix 7/ Afraid - The Neighbourhood 8/ Heavy Metal Heart - Sky Ferreira 9/ It's Not my Fault, I'm Happy - Passion Pit 10/ Through The Dark - One Direction 11/ The Wire (Tourist Remix) - Haim
- Christina
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You were like acid burning in my veins I was infected and there was no cure thoughts of you reaching every inch of my body now I am nothing without you.
- Christina
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Street Fashion: Jelly Sandals
Recently, I was looking at photographs of me as a child and realised that one- I was a fashionable five year old girl, and two- I owned about three pairs of jelly sandals. Well, what exactly are jelly sandals? They aren’t new, undiscovered items of clothing, seeing as they were invented in the 1950’s. They are simply coloured plastic sandals who have a made a comeback into our wardrobes. I admit, I don’t own a pair (yet), but I’ve decided that I will revive my 70s-80s style and buy some. Teenage girls on the street are wearing them, girls on tumblr are wearing them and fashionable preschoolers are wearing them. It seems as though this street style targets almost all age groups. Venturing into shopping centres I have noticed that nearly all shoe stores are selling ‘jellies’- and whether they be black, blue, pink or sparkly, people are them. If you really want to spice it up, ‘jellies’ with heels are also available. Who said you couldn’t be laid back and formal at the same time? If you’re from the Northern Hemisphere, it isn’t exactly the perfect time of the year to wear sandals but when the earth turns I’m sure you will also embrace this retro fad because there are definitely a pair of these sandals that will suit you.
So go ahead, get a pair of jellies.
- Bridie
Awake
When I first open my eyes, the first thing I see is messy curls of black hair sprawling out on my white linen. The next is a naked back with tiny freckles and the one mole right in the middle. The tattoo of a dragon fades into boxer shorts partly covered by a blanket. The sound of squirming in linen hits my ears and I look up to see the other side that lights up my day. His hair is wild and curls in the middle of his forehead. The eyes while enclosed by soft eyelashes, hold bright, sparkling emeralds that shine every minute of every day. One is encircled by a purple shadow for a rough sporting match a few nights before. His nose is masculine and is a bridge to his lips. The lips are soft as clouds and are the colour of roses. His mouth parts and a small sigh emits from them. His distinct jaw line makes an appearance as he buries his head deeper into the pillow. With a small flutter of the eyelids, the sparkling emeralds show me their beauty once more, and a croaky voice whispers, “Good morning.”
- Belle
If it took me long to publish this, it’s because I was trying to find a voice.
A voice?
Yes, a particular way of expressing myself that would be able to distinguish myself from the rest, rendering my words relevant and witty and captivating: unique.
Don’t you already have one?
Well I suppose not since here I am trying to find mine; and how hard a feat it is to do. So many inquiries, so many different directions and stances and approaches to take, how to choose a voice that will be able to make me be heard, loud and clear by my wonderful audience...
How about the one that you already possess?
Oh, I had never thought of that: constantly worrying about pleasing others, when after all, all I had to do was put my words to paper and speak up and look, it seems that I indeed have found it, since here I am, speaking to you.
Can’t you all hear me too?
- Catherine
There are now over 7 billion people in this world, over 6 continents, nearly 200 countries and speaking 6500 languages. I sometimes wonder what people are doing at the exact moment somewhere across the world. Some will be working, to provide food for there families in either a developed or developing country. Some will be in school, and sitting in those classrooms are our future; our doctors, our politicians, our lawyers, our bakers. Some will be grieving after the loss of a loved one. Some will be rejoicing in the fact that they are bringing a new life form into this world. Others are merely sleeping, some to sweet dreams and others to the nightmares of tomorrow. People are writing, talking, sneezing, coughing, peeing, eating, drinking, thinking, pondering, fishing, working, gazing, crying, smiling. The possibilities are endless as to how many possible things those 7 billion people around the world are doing. Knowing that someone is just about to wake up as you are just about to go to sleep, and wondering how it is possible for people around the world to have different sleep patterns as you, has always puzzled me. Thinking about the world puts your life in perspective; you are one of those 7 billion people, living on one of the six continents, on one of nearly 200 countries, and speaking some of the 6500 languages around the world makes you, special.
Belle
I want to ink my skin with your lips and your words because the way that I burn when they touch me leaves tattoos that I want everyone to see.
- Catherine
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I like the comforting feeling of knowing that my body won’t be lonely
I won’t have to kiss a mug each morning but instead soft, pink lips
I will find warmth in your arms instead of the towers of blankets devouring me
Happiness will come like a storm after a hot summers week
Pouring down and crashing around me peacefully
It’s nice knowing that one day these feelings will go away
- Tallulah
We are the generation of the restless Idle in all of our moves. We are the generation of the outgoing Shying away from failure. We are the generation of paradoxes, Always right when we are wrong.
Catherine
Smouldering glances and minty breath. Thickened veins and long dirty fingernails holding a lit cigarette. Grey, cold, and clouded eyes staring with great awe. Hunched shoulders and pointy collar bones protruding against his pale skin. Such a rarity, boys like this- so beautiful and valuable yet some say they are worthless. They will trap you harmlessly and love you to no ends. When their tough exteriors are knocked down, you will see: behind the scarred knuckles there is a kind, beating heart willing to drop that cigarette to hold you in his arms.
Tallulah
So... you’re feeling down. The world seems to be a tumultuous ocean, and life just so happens to have left you by yourself on a mere raft in the middle of it all. The heavy waves crashing down on you, forcing you to grasp for air yet dragging you into the dark deep source of your troubles. How are you supposed to come up to breathe when you know that all that’s waiting for you up there is solitude? Here, in the cradle of Humanity, the pits of despair, you feel surrounded: what a lovely feeling compared to what awaits you on the surface. Don’t be fooled by the darkness here at the bottom though, fight and kick and push yourself back to the top because I can promise you that nothing will compare to the feeling of coming back up, breathing, and seeing all of the helping hands that are there for you. You never would have thought – never would have known - that they were there for you, if you had stayed and wallowed at the bottom of the barrel, but you were so strong and courageous for fighting against all of the evil that wanted to keep you down; you are a warrior and a fighter, and that is a title that no one can wash off of you.
Catherine
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I’ve never been someone’s everything.
Never has anyone confessed that they liked me. Never have I had the chance of knowing that I was being thought of or that I was being longed for and worried about. Never have I had someone hold me and tell me that nothing could go wrong because I was in their arms. Never have I been kissed, and never has someone made me feel special. Never have I been able to map out someone’s body as if it was my own or explored places I could only ever dream of. Never have I been on a date, neither to the movies or just the beach. Never have I experienced what it’s like to be happy just because I was with someone else. Never have I felt comfortable acting like a fool with someone, comfortable with being silly because all that mattered would be what they thought of me. Never have I been looked at like I was the brightest star in the sky, and that the only thing that mattered was how bright I shone.
Maybe one day, you’ll erase those nevers. You’ll call me your everything, and finally, I will be happy.
- Catherine
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hug: v. - to clasp or hold closely, especially in the arms, as in affection; embrace.
Your hugs were comforting and warm, nurturing and sweet-smelling. I remember how you used to hug me on those cold days. The rain outside was softly kissing the roof, and as we watched the small droplets run down my bedroom window you would put me on your lap and wrap your arms around my body. I was so tiny compared to you. The way you smiled in my cheek as I snuggled further into your chest will forever be engraved in my memory.
On those chilly winter days you would always find time to hold me. There was always a way- whether it was just clasping my hand in yours, loosely slinging your arm over my shoulder, or even brushing your hand across my cheek to move the lost strands of hair that escaped my hair tie. The way your snug arms wrapped around me told me how much you loved me. The soft circles you drew on my back and the way you rested your face within the crook of my shoulder made it seem like I would forever be the only girl who would feel that kind of touch.
Whenever you cradled me in your chest, the smile on your face would spread so big- I would do anything for you to smile so genuinely like that again. Sometimes while waiting at an intersection on the streets you’d pull my arm towards your body. I could feel both our hearts thumping against our chests and our pulses rushing through our veins. The way your lips kissed your teeth and your eyes sparkled gently filled me with love and never failed to make me smile. When we snuggled in your small bed we squeezed as close as possible in hopes of catching each others' breaths with our lips. I can still remember the smiles and small moments we shared.
Hugging is intense and beautiful; it shows affection in its simplest form. From an early morning embrace from your lover to a friendly hug from your closest friend outside a coffee shop before catching up with each other, hugs are valuable and unique. Some are tight; some are snug; others are loose- all hugs feel different from one another. When you embrace someone, the feeling of their heart beat against your chest is indescribable and holds so much meaning. A hug is the perfect way to make anyone feel at home with a single touch. When the heart beats fade during a late night fiasco and it is time to say goodnight, a single hold can make the most erratic person drift off peacefully. To hold someone significant in your arms and tell them your darkest secrets from the back of your mind shows true love. All great love stories come from a single look or touch- just enough time to blow one’s mind away forever.
- Tallulah
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Angelina Jolie: A short biography of the other side They say that some of the most beautiful and influential people often have inner demons. In the case of Angelina Jolie, depression was one of the most difficult endeavors that she overcame in her teenage years and early 20s. Throughout her adolescent years, Jolie experienced many episodes of suicidal depression. Her single mother was not as affluent as many of the other teens’ parents, and she was bullied for wearing glasses and braces as well as being very thin. Jolie had trouble connecting with others and was turned down by modeling agencies. At 14, Jolie dyed her hair purple, wore black and began to self-harm. She became fascinated with self-mutilation and aspired to become a mortician. ”I collected knives and always had certain things around. For some reason, the ritual of having cut myself and feeling the pain, maybe feeling alive, feeling some kind of release, it was somehow therapeutic to me,” said Jolie in an interview with CNN. On top of that, Jolie asked her boyfriend at the time to cut her along her jawline on multiple occasions, which has left her with a faint scar today. Finally, at 16, Jolie separated from her boyfriend and decided to focus on her acting career. She was still in a dark place- Jolie often experimented with drugs. ”I have done just about every drug possible,” said Jolie in an interview with The Sunday Times. “Cocaine, heroin, Ecstasy, LSD…” At 21, Jolie married British actor Jonny Lee Miller. At her wedding, she dressed in black leather pants and a white t-shirt with her to-be husband’s name written on in her blood. After getting married, the couple agreed to wear vials of each others’ blood around their necks. They also signed their wills in blood and purchased his and her’s cemetery pots as anniversary gifts. They acted together in Gia, but soon after the movie was wrapped Jolie separated from Miller and quit her acting job to study film-making and writing in New York. At this time, Jolie went through a series of struggles, including almost hiring a hit man to kill her. Eventually, Jolie returned to acting, motivated by a Golden Globe award and positive reviews of Gia. Jolie then began dating model-actress Jenny Shimizu which attracted a lot of attention from the press. She was very open about her depression and her bisexuality, which was not always respected. While filming Pushing Tin, Jolie met actor Billy Bob Thornton, whom she married just after spending three days in the UCLA Medical Center's Neuropsychiatric Institute following a nervous breakdown. Shortly after the adoption of her first child, however, Jolie and her second husband filed for divorce. From there, Jolie began the trek to recovery, all while acting in films. It wasn’t long until Jolie met her current fiancé Brad Pitt on the set of Mr. & Mrs. Smith. Both have vowed to wait until gay marriage is legal in all states of the U.S. before marriage. Angelina Jolie has been through tough times but has emerged as a beautiful, caring, intelligent woman. Today she has six children, three of who were adopted from third-world countries. Jolie has participated in numerous humanitarian events and has served as a Goodwill Ambassador for the UNHCR as well as worked with refugees as a Special Envoy. Anyone can turn their life around- all it takes is a lot of ambition, hope and no looking back. Jolie discussed her mentality with The Sunday Times: ”I’m one of those people who believes you just can’t regret things in life,” said Jolie. “You have to feel confident that it was all part of the journey.” - Christina
My Life in NYC
Ever since I was a young girl, I always envisioned where I would live when I grew up; I always wondered where I would call my home. At that age, most girls dreamt of living in large mansions with vast gardens of rolling hills and rose bushes. I dreamt of living in New York City.
They call it the city that never sleeps and I agree. Who would sleep in NYC- there is too much to do and so many things to see. The city has a certain edge to it, an attitude that says "don’t mess with me", supplemented by a look and feel that I have always loved.
I can see myself living in an apartment, working in the day, going out at night, meeting new people, discovering side streets and hidden alleyways and visiting Katz Deli to get a delicious pastrami sandwich with extra pickles. I can see myself sitting in Central Park during the summer, reading a book on my porch- perhaps Perks of Being a Wallflower or maybe Looking for Alaska- all while soaking up rich sunshine. During the winter, I can see myself curling up on a loveseat and gazing out of my window, watching the snow slowly drift down like graceful ballet dancers. I can envision myself drinking hot cocoa and counting taxis on the street. I'll wonder where all of those cars and people are going and what they're feeling- whether it's disappointment or love or something else entirely. The sounds of the streets and the city will be my lullaby and put me into a deep sleep when I can't stay awake anymore.
In 2010, I had the opportunity to see New York in the flesh. As I'm from Australia, the only way I ever got to experience NYC was from some of my favourite shows like Friends, Gossip Girl, Seinfeld, Sex and the City, How I Met your Mother and many other shows- the list goes on and on. I arrived there in the heart of Winter, but the icy cold breeze did not stop me from falling even more deeply in love with the big city. I did end up going to Katz Deli, took a horse and carriage ride around Central Park and even went to the top of the Empire State Building. Seeing New York gave me a rush of energy and excitement. The hustle and bustle of Times Square was actually more calming than anything I'd ever experienced. Why do I want live in small apartment in a city inhabits more than 8.337 million people? That is a question I don’t know how to answer. All I know is that New York has an indescribable magnetic pull over me. Although I saw New York as a young 12-year-old girl, the trip cemented my dream of living there one day. The taste of NYC I had gotten now pushes my desires to make my dream a reality. The experience has also proved to be a catalyst, inciting me to do whatever I can to be there again one day.
- Alisha
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How to Live Forever
Whether you are old, young, or somewhere in between, you probably have an inevitable fear common to all- death. What will it be like? Will it hurt? And is there a way to stop us from dying? No matter which drugs we pump into our veins, we will not live forever; we very likely will not see the world 100 years from now. Life is fragile, we are fragile and even if we did live forever, I’m sorry to say, our souls would not survive. There is, however, a way to exist forever- to be known and to play an important role in society for years to come. To accomplish this, you must make sure everyone knows your name. You must express yourself and reveal your opinions: tell everyone what you believe in, share your stories about the good and the bad things in life– even if they are embarrassing or awkward. Write songs about changing the world, fight for freedom, adopt a child, follow your dreams and live to help others. You can become an inspiration. You will live in and impact the souls of those who will exist in future generations to come. Forever you will speak through others’ voices, influence the thoughts in other people’s heads and breathe the air in other people’s lungs. The truth is, our bodies won’t live forever, and we have no idea what is waiting for us when we finally pass on. And to be honest- what is in store for us in the future doesn’t truly matter. What really matters is now.
- Emily
The sun hides behind the dark, rolling clouds creating shadows as warmth is replaced with a cool wind. The fresh smell of rain hangs in the air whilst people reach for their umbrellas and raincoats, running for cover as the skies open. The rain pours down, painting the footpaths with dark drops and creating small streams for leaves to float steadily in the gutter.
On a rainy day, you feel cosy and comfy, nestled in a mess of sheets and duvets. Your mind is completely transported into the book you’re reading whilst the raindrops drumming against rooftops outside provide a soundtrack to the story. Perhaps you are watching a movie, cuddled up in bed or on the couch, wishing that the rain would never stop so that you could stay there forever- hot chocolate is the perfect drink for such a day.
On a rainy day, people view the world in different ways. Some look at the rain and see a nuisance. They cover their heads with their arms, believing that they are shielding themselves from getting wet, only to arrive home and realise that their efforts were in vain. Yet others dream about walking in the rain with their lover and standing beneath a tree, kissing passionately, their spontaneity brought about by the slight fog enveloping the streets.
Even though sunshine eventually comes and the raindrops turn into gold smatterings on buildings and footpaths, a rainy day once in a while is always a good day.
- Bridie