ava the great
my name is actually ava, and NO, it isn't short for anything.
I am that strange girl talking quietly, smoking copious amounts of cigarettes, and drinking loads of chardonnay, malibu... or terrible-tasting beer. You think I may have a compromising sexuality due to my ambiguous attire and androgynous appearance. You may be right. Or I could just be that OTHER girl, over there.... Here you will find random vignettes of the things you didn't quite hear or see from across the room. & caps lock is probably always ON! Delete as applicable. Dressed in glam clothing, wearing heavy eyeliner, and shouting political rhetoric, i like the time when Britain was dominated by trancey shoegazers and faceless, trippy acid house, just like heaven. I give it five years until i turn into a raging, chain-smoking corporate bitch.

i make a lot of things sufficiently awkward. i write a lot, when i'm stoned.
not going to lie, i do a lot of things that i regret. and all that above is a load of bullshit to make me seem interesting. i am not.

I don't want you to like me. i don't really care.

I likeboys on swings, and girls on skateboards. I like babies in high chairs. I like pharmaceutical medicine wrappers. I like people in hats with big eyebrows I like people in hats with big eyebrows and big moustaches. I like water caught in spiders webs. I like wearing all my clothes at once. I like people who dont smile. Ever. And I like people who smile. I like hair that goes on and on.

In some ways I love everything. Its less of a thing than ‘like’… less distinct. Less particular. I like things that I like, but I love everything. Theres more choice than like. Because even the worst things have things to love in them. I love things so much I feel like I could float away.

Thats wrong.

My URL :: http://lookbook.nu/avamontaguhawkins

My Blog :: http://hurtshurts.tumblr.com