December 2011
3 posts
“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via black-wolves)
going for the gold, bright eyes
There’s a voice on the phone telling what had happened, some kind of confusion more like a disaster. And it wondered how you were left unaffected, but you had no knowledge. No, the chemicals covered you. So a jury was formed as more liquor was poured. No need for conviction, they’re not thirsting for justice. But I slept with the lies I keep inside my head. I found out I was guilty. I...
November 2011
1 post
“Remember one thing always — that there is no cause to be anxious in life, and...”
– Osho (via nirvikalpa)
I want nothing more than to take this advice
(via tefran)
October 2011
6 posts
I'm trying to go vegan
“A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite. And to act so is immoral.” -Leo Tolstoy
September 2011
1 post
When you know what you want, and you want it badly enough, you will find the ways to get it.
Why are my wants always connected to a Y chromosome? Maybe some deep suppression, or void attached to some memory. All I know is that is going to change. I am anew, and it’s for myself first and foremost. Selfish? I think not. Rather wise, I once read a quote from Gaga; “Most women follow...
August 2011
1 post
Brainwaves
What a darling discovery, mobile blogging. Haha. Life has haas some twists and turns for sure, never a dull moment. I’m falling so deeply in love with post rock. Want to make music more than anything else in the world. I shall practice in my dreams. Xoxo
May 2011
1 post
i cannot thank you enough.
you shed light on the truth of me. i will find a way to thank you i swear i will.
i am anew. my father suprised me with my dream on easter sunday, sarahs family invited me to dinner at the wallpack inn. it was perfect. Dawn healed an aching heart the next morning, and life has been blissful since. still so much to figure out, buti will be making music in no time. until then im working towards a...
March 2011
4 posts
November 2010
3 posts
my life is a movie,
or a dream.
this just cant be true. its not real. no one else lives this way.
im going to eat my sushi and get prepared for tomorrow.
they are going to save me, they have to. its been too long.
September 2010
3 posts
no flaws when you’re pretending
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August 2010
8 posts
Pretty On The Inside
today was my first “photoshoot”
that was not by a friend, but a “photographer”
i am using these terms loosely because the situation is still unfolding so to speak. anyway, im not sure how i feel about everything yet. i was feeling pretty confident and vain until i saw how i actually look. i am usually pretty hard on myself, but these past two week recovering from surgery...
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June 2010
1 post
Past,Present,Future - The Shangri Las
(Past), Past, well now let me tell you about the past. Past is filled with silent joys and broken toys, laughing girls and teasing boys, Was I ever in love? I called it love- I mean, it felt like love. There were moments when, well, there were moments when. (Present), Go out with you? Why not? Do I like to dance? Of course, Take a walk along the beach tonight? I’d love to, But don’t...
May 2010
2 posts
i came home to find a dead cat in my pool.
i couldnt stop crying and screaming. all my cats were on the ledge of the pool staring wide eyed down at the floating body. it was so terribly sad and horrific. the pool is full of chemicals and the water level is so low. i just couldnt stop thinking of the poor thing falling into the pool and struggling to get out then all those chemicals… and it...
April 2010
3 posts
March 2010
2 posts
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Pretty Young Literary Thing - Joyce Carol Oates
khalatnost:
Joyce Carol Oates
One of her most famous short stories is:
Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?
by Joyce Carol Oates
First published in Epoch, Fall 1966. Included in Prize Stories : O Henry Award Winners(1968), and The Best American Short Stories (1967).
Copyright © by Joyce Carol Oates
for Bob Dylan
Her name was Connie. She was fifteen and she had a quick, nervous...
did another shoot with em this weekend. we did some digital too this time, but still stuck to the film. im not sure how i feel. i only liked a handful of the shots, but i am pleased nontheless. i just need more experiance, i am going to find a way to make this work. practice makes perfect. i need to play pretty in the mirror. haha.
also, i need to learn how to “sell myself” so to...
February 2010
15 posts
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yes please
smiles
meeting new people
being IN LOVE
tattoos
concerts
new places
emotions
photos
models
alternative models
pretty girls
dimples
clothes
makeup
jewelry
creative minds
breaking the mold
veggies
Silk (soymilk)
being outdoors
animals
innocence
learning
kisses
instruments
music
symbolism
words
history
stories
warm blankets
life
car rides
plants
water
destinations
...
no thank you
animal cruelty
meat
ignorance
cigs
drugs
dramatic females
negative people
selfish people
sugar
impatience
ungratefulness
bleachspots on my clothes
stress
being avoided
slow computers
greed
caffiene
coffee
wastefulness
not being able to see people you love
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