January 2012
How sad it is that I am still haunted by a ghost. I fear she’ll follow me past midnight, and into the new year.
December 2011
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Ramble, ramble, ramble. All I can hear is the tart hum of the bubbly champagne around the soft of my temples. Blurred at the peripherals, and warm in the mind.
I could listen to this nonsense til the end of tiiiimmeee.
Don’t let the cover of a book define you. Not a picture, not words, not a name, not a face, just actions and reactions.
My lover is nuts especially when his idiosyncrasies are induced with alcohol. And I fucking adore every goddamn waking moment of insanity in bed served fresh with orange juice, coffee, and a side of wonder.
How fucking hard is it to learn the differences between to, too, and two? Your and you’re? Their, there, and they’re? Coommmeee oonnnnnnnnn, once you’re taught the definition of each, it is SO FUCKING EASY TO REMEMBER AND UNDERSTAND. I PROMISE YOU WILL SOUND THAT MUCH SMARTER.
I’m having a really difficult issue with the thought of NYU. I’ve been stressing my ass off trying to get this 8 supplemental/2 portfolio application done. Do I really see myself living in New York? No. It’s windy, it’s cold, and when it’s hot, it’s disgusting. However, It’s a wondrous city and an amazing school. But…. Can I really see myself living...
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Here I am, surrounded but stranded. Full of smoke, full of whiskey, full of laughter coated with sugar, and full of risotto.
Here I am, feeling cold and hungry. But I’m full of company, full of comfort, full of risotto.
But I am without you, and that makes all of the difference.
I’ve learned in the past that some things really do happen for reasons, especially certain relationships ending and ex boyfriends becoming… Well ex boyfriends.
God bless the universe
Okay, so what the fuck do you need me to do? Throw me a bone dipped in grease, please.
The best kind of happiness and realizations are ones that are achieved on your own. Nobody can come to peace or terms with an issue but you, and I’ve come to see that all I can do is wait and hope that you find it.
That’s cool. Fuck you.
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I haven’t really been able to write anything. Nothing intriguing, can’t describe anything with lovely falsified words. I don’t know. I’ve been in more of the straightforward get to the point mindset, and I really don’t have anything interesting or of value to talk about.
Can someone give me some inspiration?
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I can complain and bitch about all of the daily nuisances in my life but when I actually take a step back and shut the fuck up, I’m so fortunate.
Sure there are the typical roadblocks that kick up dust and rocks for me to trip and choke over, but I have to remember that it’s nothing not easily brushed off.
I’m lucky, I’m lucky, I’m fucking lucky.
Artworks by Francoise Nielly
I never understood how my best friend/sister is a virgo, and my ex boyfriend who I always knock horns with is too.
It just shows you how there really are opposites of the zodiac.
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Happy Holidays
When you have a 7 year old brother to keep the spirit of Santa Claus alive, nothing can be ruined on Christmas. I was expecting a nostalgic, reminiscing, depressed Christmas eve and marius & my cousins changed that entirely for me. While Kaela boasted about Santa’s offerings at her house, I watched in awe and realized what Christmas really represents. My family isn’t religious, so...
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“I went into photography because it seemed like the perfect vehicle for...”
– Robert Mapplethorpe
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The Boy Who Loved Michelangelo
It was said that he had the face of a God
Yet some saw a demon with rope shoes
And a twist of vine encircling locks
Veins ran his marble arms that sang blood
Scoring mountains as a mist permeating
A crack in the heart and the golden sling
He fashioned in ways we dare not dream
With razor scraping the rump of need
Exposing muscle of a love not gleaned
We are the buffalo a dying breed
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llunga
What a beautiful and immaculate definition to describe what I practice but didn’t know existed, for so damn long.
Llunga is a person who is ready to forgive any abuse a first time, tolerate it a second time, but never a third time. We all like to say that after a second chance, no more goes. That’s bullshit though. I most DEFINITELY tolerate disloyalty, dishonesty, and a lack of...
I suppose forgiveness could be an option. Forgetting? Never.
heavy-rotations:
Ca fait tellement mal
