About Me
Ladies and gentlemen, Boys and girls, Step right up, step right up, Come closer, you won't believe your eyes, Behind this curtain, Witness something, you've never seen before, Heard before, dreamt before. The most amazing show on earth. Do you want to be widely entertained? People to know your name? Do you crave fame? Well they say "things aren't always what they seem to be," Even your greatest fantasies, You won't believe your eyes, Won't even recognize, The wonderment that lies, Behind the shimmer and the lights. Is it true what they say? Is it all just fun and games? Or is there more behind the makeup, And the faces full of paint? I ask you, do you want to come and play? So sit back, relax, fasten your seat belts, It's going to be a bumpy ride to the other side.
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Misunderstood, Crazy, Funny, Friendly, Driven, Sophisticated.
Sophie means wisdom. Philosophy means I love Sophie.
This year I have grown as a person.
Lived and learned. Loved and lost.
And I’m a much stronger for it.
I worked hard. I partied hard.
I know who I am now and I know what I’m capable of.
I love my friends, especially those that stuck by me.
I’d do anything for them.
I love my family for showing how much they care.
I love my enemies, because I am past hate.
I love Camilla Parker Paws. The best pussy a girl can have.
I’ve learnt to love my imperfections. They make me who I am.
I don’t miss college, but I miss the nice people.
I’m a perfectionist and I’m too hard on myself.
I love to dance and wear corsets.
I love stars. I’m also quite partial to Black and Red.
I love Sin City and drinking my Friday Night away.
I don’t know how I will survive without all these things.
I’m moving to Cambridge University to read English in Girton College on Oct 4th.
I’m a terrible procrastinator. Everything is last minute in my world.
My life is Music, Art, Film and Literature.
I’m crazy about poetry. Sylvia and Oscar are my lovers.
My poison is too hard to define. It’s something in between Cider, Malibu and Vodka.
My favourite poem.
The Harlot’s House by Oscar Wilde
We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The "Treues Liebes Herz" of Strauss.
Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.
Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille.
They took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
"The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust."
But she--she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.
Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.
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