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# Posté le vendredi 10 avril 2009 17:46

Modifié le dimanche 11 octobre 2009 07:09

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FlickFAGGOT @ Skyrock

Photography Contracts:
• Andrea Rose Photography
• Anewave
• Charlotte
• Impure
• Paradoxxx
• Raq
• R.I.P PYT
• Rita Photography

Hair
2006 - Black
2007 (Jan/May) - Black/Brown
2007 (June/Dec) - Black/Blonde
2008 (Jan/Oct) - Blonde
2008 (Nov/Dec) - Black/Green
2009 - Black


*•*•* Personal *•*•*

Hey. I don't write about myself alot, as i am quite a shy person when i'm not being captured by a camera. But i find that people have alot of questions about me, so i guess this could help you answer some of them.
My name isn't Flick, as some people first asume, it's Kiarla. My nickname is FlickFAGGOT because my last name is Flickton. It started off as a name only my friends called me, but it soon spread all over the world xD
I'm 15 years old, which suprises some people, apparently i look old for my age.
I Happen to like to drink and smoke, i understand that it's very bad but i do it anyway, not just to look cool either, it was my own personal choice.
I enjoy messing around with different styles, and the thing that captures that the most is my hair. It changes colour a couple of times a year, so if you're wondering why i look different in some of my photos, that's why (:S is that makes sense to you, it doesn't to me xD)
I live in Geelong, in the state of Victoria, which is in Australia. I love the area, but i'm afraid that all my friends live in either Yackandandah or Wodonga so i travel alot.
Also, to stop you wondering...
NO, I DO NOT KNOW BROOKELLE BONES PERSONALLY !!!
But, i talk with her alot over the internet.
and no, i cannot give you her Msn address, as i would not like it if she gave mine to people ^^



Fakes
Fake1
Fake2
Fake3
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# Posté le jeudi 02 avril 2009 13:23

Modifié le mardi 04 août 2009 05:35

:Charlotte:

:Charlotte:

You're My Experimental Game
Everything is coming together quite nicely. I'm finally starting to tell people how I feel. That's a big deal to me, because, in the easiest way of putting it, there's not a lot I could tell people about myself that they'd actually understand, and would be able to put into perspective for themselves, and possibly me. Because most of the time, I don't understand what I'm on about. Not in a senseless random way - in the sense that everything I think, and everything I say, oft contradict each other. And not in a way that suggests I'm a hypocrite.That probably doesn't make sense to you. See what I mean? So many people that have met me, and perhaps see me on a regular basis, don't really know who I am. Nobody's fully aware of what I'm capable of. Not one of my friends has ever seen me flip out - And I'm thinking that they really don't want to. So many of you cannot possibly put into perspective elements of my life and past. And that thought makes me sad; makes me feel as if no-one will ever understand. What a cliche. Betrayal, heartbreak, temptation - it's all been done a million times before. Nothing is new. People are predictable. That's the way of the world. I can tell you who you are, and what you're capable of, even after knowing you for not too long at all. Because so many of you are so very predictable. But I'm not - and this also depresses me. What kind of strange world makes me so different from the rest of the people I'm supposed to call my equals? How am I supposed to feel as though I belong? It's funny. I can feel all this - feel like, and tell you, that I'm different from you, and not in the typical way; feel as though you're all predictable, like characters from stories I've read one million times before; feel as though I act different to how I feel; feel as though you don't know me at all - but still feel as though I have a place in the world. Not necessarily with the people in it, but in the world.


Telling people how I feel - attempting to make them understand - is a big deal to me.
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# Posté le vendredi 03 avril 2009 05:30

Modifié le samedi 02 mai 2009 18:30

:Raq:

:Raq:

"LOOK AT THE MASSIVE CROWD... This'd be the perfect time to yell.... SOMEONE IN THE CROWD IS GETTING RAPED!"
-everything goes quiet-
-one thousand death stares at sarah-
"... of course..."
"when we get inside, michelle, yell hysterically..."
"AHAHAHAHAHA, WAAAAAAAH, AAAAAAAAADOUNASODUS-- shit, sorry, you said inside."
-more death stares-
"now, WHO'S GOT THE SPLIFF? HAVE YOU GOT THE DRUGS? OH WAIT, NO, YOU GAVE ME THE WEED..."
-even more death stares-
"look, it's a girl, playing bagpipes. she's young. AND BLONDE."
"do you want me to yell that she's a girl? I'LL YELL THAT SHE'S A GIRL..."
"NO, MICHELLE, DON'T--"
Too late. She was already standing in front of a massive crowd, all staring at this young child playing the bagpipes... and then staring at Michelle.
"OHMYGOD, IT'S A FUCKING GIRL!!!!!!"
-even more and more death stares-
"BUUUULLSHIIIIT, BUUUULLSHIIIIT, BUUUULLSHIIIT..."
-mother covers her child's ears-
Pre Good Day
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# Posté le jeudi 02 avril 2009 13:50

Modifié le mercredi 27 mai 2009 16:48

:Rita Photography:

:Rita Photography:

Of All The Stupid Things In My Life, I Fell For This


Some people I know. Some people I love. Some people I sincerely, truly care for. Those people make me sad. I'm not a perfect person - oh, definitely not. I'm completely imperfect. You could almost classify me as a fuck-up. At the same time, I've made mistakes; so I'm not really a fuck-up. I'm just human. I see my friends, the one I care for, fucking up so very much. And I empathize, because, although definitely not to certain extents, I've been where they've been. And I know they're on such a destructive path. Seeing them do these things to themselves, makes me sad. Because I love them, obviously. Then there's me. I want to clean my life up. I want to be better than I've been for so long. I want to be a beautiful person, because for so long I was a fuck up that made mistakes. Leave it at that. And one of the ways to 'clean up your life', according to the rest of the world, is to cut out from your life people that don't want to clean themselves up with you. How can I cut these people out, that I love to bits? They've got it worse. They've done worse, made worse mistakes than I have, in some ways. And I don't want to leave them; I want to see them do better. I want to see them take the opportunities they've been given. But will they change? Would they change for me? Would they change for themselves? Would they come with me to lead a better life, than to wake up one day in five years and realize how much they've fucked up? Would they even be aware of what they've done? Or would their minds be so viciously fucked that they don't care anymore. I know what it feels like not to care; to want to get so severely fucked up because nothing matters, and you don't care what you're doing to yourself. But it takes a severe wake up call to realize what a waste that is, and how much better you can do in life, so easily. How much of an idiot you've been. Will you come with me? Or will you close your mind and let yourself rot on the inside, because you feel, like I have, that there's no meaning to anything in your life. The people you've been with do not love you. They do not care for you. They might care about you, but not for you. Anyone can care about you - any friend or even acquaintance. But what these people let you do, or do with you, shows that they don't care even a little bit for you - or else they would not let you poison yourself. They would not let you keep going the way you've been fucking going, because you've already made so many mistakes, and while they're not the reason you don't stop, they're one of the reasons you keep going. So many of my friends are like this. Hanging around with absolute fuck-wits that don't care for them. Well, guess what, fuckhead. I love you like a friend should love you. I love all of you like friends should love you. If they loved you, like I do, they would not let you keep going the way you're going. They would stop you. They would take you away from all of this. You're not an idiot. You should know better. So come with me. Stop fucking around with yourself. Stop fucking around with these lowlifes who are less than you deserve, in my books. I love you unconditionally. I adore you. But I don't know how much longer I can do this for. If this continues, one day I'll let you go. If you don't grow up, wake up, I'll let you go.
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# Posté le jeudi 02 avril 2009 13:52

Modifié le samedi 02 mai 2009 18:32