tell me a story/i'm a princess

once upon a time
there was a girl with tumbling silken hair. hair the colour of fresh snow.
on the eve of her 18th birthday she met the evil old itch who put snow white and sleeping beauty to sleep.
WITCH NOT ITCH
and she fed her a strawberry daiquiri
But this girl was tougher than a fairytale princess...
she had taken on some CRAZY FANGING SHIT
and so she woke up every day despite her curse
and got on with life even though the witches poison soaked through to her brain
causing headaches like no other
HOWEVER
she didn't need a fucking prince to break the spell
she came home and all the girls kissed her and cried their tears into her eyeballs
and she was great and they all lived happily ever fucking after didn't they?
THE END

marz lydon is a peach!!

i'm so happy i have so many amazing, glorious female friends in my life. they are all courageous and warm and open and fun and non-judgemental and fierce and creative and sexy and interesting and they inspire me constantly. no room for bitchy girls who talk about you the second you're not in the room and have no interests outside of boys and topshop. just these amazing beauties who write stories like the above which reminds me how desperately i need to go home this year and hug half of the ones i left behind for this australia business. yay for girls!