The Ruby Knight Chronicles

Have you ever thought about what you want to do with your life? I mean, asides from the regular every day stuff like having a job, being a parent, catching all the Pokémon before your friends, being the best stripper in the club, etc Like what do you really really really really wanna zigazigahhh? Maybe you have dreams of eating different cheeses in every country of the world. Or perhaps you want to learn how to breakdance and be back up for Beyonce. Or maybe you have dreams of world domination. Yes I'm talking about the big stuff. The memoir worthy shit. The things you used to fantasise about as a child. Somewhere along the way, being an adult seems to dull the shine of our thoughts of grandeur. We end up focusing on the boring basics, like how am I going to pay rent or who the fuck keeps leaving the toilet seat up?!! We get distracted. And it's not necessarily a bad thing, because successful adulting generally requires our full attention, but it's usually not until...

I was reading through a book called "Dressing Up Vintage" by Tracy Tolkien, and was amazed at some of the fashion facts that I had no idea about. Like did you know that in 1943, billionaire eccentric Howard Hughes, most famous for his contributions to the Aviation industry, invented the Cantilever Underwire Bra? He designed it for  his then girlfriend Jane Russell, to be used in the filming of the movie "The Outlaw", and it's sole purpose was to emphasise her already ample assets. Whilst the book was rather limiting in its substance, it got me intrigued about what other fascinating styles and inventions that may have arisen during the mid part of 1900's. I wanted to completely focus on the Fifties but the more I researched, the more I became overwhelmed with things that occurred before the "Golden Era". I put some thought into it, and decided I didn't want to be pigeon-holed into such a limited duration of time, especially as I live and bre...

You're far more valuable than you think. Have you ever felt like no one would ever notice if the earth just gobbled you up and you were never to be seen again? Have you ever sat in a bathroom at school or work, just to eat your lunch alone without looking like such an outcast? Have you ever been so lonely that you find yourself reaching out to complete strangers online just to have some semblance  of normal human interaction? I have. To all of the above. And there are days when worthlessness and loneliness team up to become a self-esteem super-villain and they just pick away at my guards until I'm completely broken and utterly vulnerable to their negativity. Those are the days when I can't look in the mirror. Where my greatest achievements mean nothing. When nothing anyone says can convince me that I'm worth more than what I'm giving to, and getting for, myself. The days that would never exist if I just believed that I was enough. I've always felt inadequate...

I didn't know what no meant, until it was too late. For such a little word, it is pretty mighty. Often we're taught by the world around us to believe that the word 'no' is something negative. It is the difference between having and not having, doing and not doing. 'No' is the spoiler of unimaginable childhood dreams, of potential whirlwind love affairs and of the continuation of bloodlines. We c an begin to fear 'no' and then make the mistake of under-utilising it, with both others, and ourselves. As much as my family would contend it, I hate confrontation and I try to avoid it at all costs. So often I end up saying 'yes' when I actually really wanted to say 'no'. Usually this means my own wants and needs are put on the backburner as a sacrifice for the wants and needs of someone else. But now as I look back on my life so far, I realise just how much I've given up, and just how little I've got in return for it all. Before ...

You don't know what's worth living for until you're facing your own demise. I've always been a sensitive soul, although I'm sure some friends and family members would probably describe it more as 'dramaqueenness'. I remember being about 5 or 6 years old and every time we went to our local video store, I'd try to get my parents to hire out this awesome looking animal tape from the kids castle. It  had heaps of cute bunnies on the cover, and I had a pet rabbit called 'George', so I was certain I'd absolutely love this movie. But Mum always said no. I thought she was being mean. She wasn't. She was just protecting my sensitiveness. The movie was 'Watership Down'. I'm 28 now and I'm yet to see the movie or read the book. I hired it out from the library one time, but the cover photo depicting a rabbit trap meant I never actually even turned the front cover over. I know my sensitivity limitations. But it's taken me all m...

This photo is from last year and this girl doesn't know that she doesn't know who she is. I've always been a people person. I have this weird ability to read people and situations quite accurately and I'm creepily super observant. If something isn't quite right, it'll catch my eye, people included. You'd be amazed at how much a person gives away without even realising it. Having these "super powe rs" means I can usually acknowledge, understand and then adapt myself to fit in well with different people from different walks of life. But it also means I'm so caught up being different Ruby's for all the different groups, that it's all too easy to lose sight of who the real Ruby is. As well as being a people person, I'm a people pleaser. I don't like seeing others upset or hurt or going without and so I'm that clichéd person that gives their shirt away. In a perfect world where unicorns pop out rainbow poop, my generosity...

I see women tearing down other women in an unflinchingly ferocious and terrifyingly brutal manner almost daily, and fuck me, it not only fondles my frustration cockles past the point of bearablility (totes just made that word up i think), but it also absolutely exhausts me. As if life wasn't a cunt enough, these silly bitches wanna throw shade and make things tougher for each other. I know we're supposed to be these unstoppable shebeasts that are perfectly capable of kicking ass and taking names along with the menfolk, but the feminist in me is more than happy to yield and admit that men certainly have overwhelming advantages in life, such as their greater physicality (and getting to piss standing up seems pretty fucking badass too). I'm constantly hearing account after account after mother fucking account of women being dominated and used and abused by the subpar human beings that masquerade as grown ass men. It might be a man's world but there's a vast differe...

Rant ahead. Excuse the over-abundance of obscenities and sexual references about to follow but photos like this kick me right in my ladyrage balls. I fucking hate the double standard that allows men absolute sexual freedom but shackles the netherflowers of women across the world. I fucking hate the judgement that a sexually-confident mamacita endures whenever she chooses to live her life from outside the kitchen she's supposed to hide in. And i fucking hate the misogynist attitudes that photos like this not only arouse but also give birth to. What a woman (or man for that matter) does with their genitals shouldn't affect you unless they're your partner or your patient. Why the mother fuck does it matter if Maude has slept with 19 partners? How does that make her a bad person? Why when women are sold as sexual objects daily is that, on the whole, socially acceptable, but people lose their shit if a chick likes to regularly smush their privates with the privates of othe...

There's always a huge buzz whenever female stars are caught on camera without their war paint on because, heaven forbid, they're not the perfect godlike beings we/they like to make out that they are. It makes it really hard for us normal everyday average ladettes to get by without spending the better half of our mornings getting ready for the day as if we were about to walk the runway at fashion week. I recently tried going a couple days without a touch of makeup, and not only did I become a total recluse, but when I did absolutely horrendously have to make a public appearance, I was subjected to a barrage of questions starting at "are you tired love?" and ending at "Jesus Mary and Joseph, it's nothing serious is it?!!". To which I had to reply "no I'm just ugly but thanks for pointing it out" 😂:'( I used to think that the YouTube makeup gurus that could transform themselves into modern day deities with the flick of a br...

This is one of my favourite photos of myself. Even though my thighs are a little chumbly (i think i made that word up but it totes describes how i see my legs so it stays lol) and chunky, my hair is in that awkward growing out stage aka ugly AF, my muffin top is protruding out like my bloody hip was having a baby and my outfit is veeeeeery far from on point. But none of that bullshit matters. Because right before this photo was taken, I was laughing. And right after it was taken, I was laughing. Pretty much the whole entire day on which this photo was taken, I was laughing. My 11 year old brother was behind the camera and we had just spent the past hour riding our bicycles like crazy maniacs from Mad Max through the forest. It wasn't our first adventure and I really hope it's not one of the last, even though I'm being a fucking terrible big sister by moving to another country and leaving my partner in crime behind (I have the guiltsquirms every time i think about it). Li...

Since the Golden Globes show aired, there's been a whole lotta shade being thrown at my inspogoddess Amy Schumer. And why? Because she said that word that outdoes all the other words in the whole entire universe of words (except the N-word. And no its not 'naenae' as much as we all wished it was. What the actual fuck is even a naenae anyways? Is it like a N-word bae that you love twice as much? These things i ponder). So back on track, I'm like one of those people in Harry Potter that actually says 'Voldemort' rather than 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' (so i guess you could say I'm pretty ruthless) and therefore I'm just gonna come right out and say it, Miss A.Schu said 'cunt'. And people have lost their minds. I'm gonna let this post finish, but i just gotta say.... Kayne West is telling everyone he's a genius and that's like acceptable... ? Um. Really? Sorry but I'd rather listen to the sound of my bonedry cunt being pilla...

This is my most liked photo on instagram by a longshot. I can give you 2 reasons why this photo was popular and both are rather.... errr... on display 😂 The reason I'm bringing this up is because I just finished having a conversation with a guy friend of mine and his most popular photo on the insta was one where he's holding his baby niece. Cooooooome on. Are we REALLY that lame and unoriginal guys?! Us girls like the cliche family guy image and the men all like the cliche girl with tits out pic. Fuck that. I'm gonna go like photos of men in speedos and turn the tables. Probably won't do shit but it'll still be pretty funny to look at men in speedos for the next hour or so. Ruby out xx

It's raining where I live so I'm cooped up inside sulking like a small child in time out. I say that like I actually had plans/a social life for the rain to ruin 😂 But in all seriousness, which doesn't happen often, although it might be bucketing ponds and lakes on us here, across the ditch in Aussie and just down the road from my bestie, there's an enormous fire destroying land, homes and lives. I just wanted to take this opportunity to send my love to all those affected by the inferno in Western Australia. And a huge thank you to the men and women on the ground doing their best to put the fire out. You're all heroes and my thoughts and prayers are with you. It's easy to forget about tragic events around the world when they're eclipsed or replaced by other tragic events in the news and also by the daily struggles and stresses of our own lives. It's not until the big scary  stuff like this happens to you or your loved ones, do you really s...

So. As promised, here's the photographic proof that I successfully completed my mission from the 'New Year New Me' post. I just put on my makeup without looking in the mirror and I feel like I've found my godgiven natural ability. My contour game is almost as strong as my brow game is.... as in, UNstrong. Very very UNstrong. One at a time boys! 😂 Until next time, Ruby xx

One of my New Years resolutions was to find something to laugh about every single day of 2016. And with the first week done and dusted, I'm already failing at life lol so determined not to disappoint my parents any further (is there a level below rock bottom?) I've decided to take my serious girl panties off and run commando through the world like a gleeful child. Not literally of course, I haven't had a wax in months and ain't nobody wanna see a bushy vadge. So to kickstart the cockles of my laughing engine, today I snuck up on my 75 year old grandfather to give him a fright. The thought of him squealing like a girl/possibly having a heart attack was too unbearable to contain so I ruined my fright by cracking up laughing before I even got to do it (FYI I was laughing about the squealing not the cardiac arrest). Mission one: failure. Or was it? ;) Mission two: putting my makeup on with my eyes closed. Then taking a photo. Then uploading said photo on here. Then sendin...

How to win with the ladies: #1 Be a redhead. This is pretty self-explanatory but for those without the magic powers of fiery hair; if a dude's hair is red up top, the girls are going to be constantly picturing his downstairs. Which makes them constantly aroused. Red hair is pretty much a genetic aphrodisiac. #2 Have some sort of link to Harry Potter because it's the erotic fiction novel series of our time. #3 Stare wistfully in the opposite direction of target to give the illusion of mystery and torment. Like you're some mighty fucking sensitive poet boss. Chicks dig that. #4 Have a kitten. Who doesn't like kittens?! That's right. Monsters. Monsters don't like kittens. And monsters fuck you then kill you so you had best be leaving monsters to shady men picking up prostitutes and Charlize Theron. #5 Sing and play the guitar well. Bonus points if you're a redhead and can do this. Extra bonus points if you're a redhead and you're acting as the redh...

Warning: this post is very NSFW. There's a lot of curse words and sexual references. In time you'll expect this from me, but for now I'll warn you. Like MTV does before every single godforsaken "reality" show they play instead of music. On Music TV. Yeaaaaaahhhh.... No one ever really teaches you how to bounce back after a serious relationship ends (rebounding seems a little risky when you live in a town inhabited mostly by your relatives so that's out for me). I've heard all the bullshit "time heals" nonsense cliches and not once has it ever helped me in any way at all when someone mentions it. It mostly makes me want to punch said cliche-giver in the face. With a brick. And then tell them "oooh but time heals, right?" Yeah ok so I may have some unresolved anger management issues. Probably. So after extensive research (few minutes perusing Google) all I seemed to find was the same old airy fairy hippylove hug the world fucking...

I read this little post on one of my friend's Facebook walls today that said something along the lines of "10 years ago we'd be upset if someone read our diaries, nowadays we put our diaries online and we're upset if no one reads them". And I just thought to myself "that's so fucking right". I find myself scanning my newsfeed every morning ignoring the reposts and bullshitty inspo pics, and only really stopping to read the real stuff, the juicy stuff, the goss, the whinging, the raunchy, the confessions, the heartaches... just all of it. It's become a part of my normal everyday routine and I know I'm not alone in this. And if you think about it, it's actually a little bit perverted. It's like new-age, socially-acceptable, nonsexual (well i can't speak for you guys...) voyeurism. When did it become ok to know everything about everyone? When did we stop enjoying mystery? And how the fuck did we ever start being so interested in e...