false appearances

my friend's tattoo

my drawing of it

8 things i find beautiful

- decay

- life

- love and heartbreak

- seeing things or people you haven't seen in a long time

- any form of art

- the human body

- landscapes

- stars

don't suck up to me, and don't suck face in front of me

So I've been kind of debating whether or not to make an outfit post and I've decided that I love this outfit so much I need to share it. I've been eyeing these leggings since the summer and yesterday, I finally bought them and I'm so so happy I did. First off, they're lips. How cool is that??? Secondly, they remind me of The Rocky Horror Picture Show which has been my favourite movie since grade six, so that's a major plus. Thirdly, I realized the outfit actually looks like something Dorrit from The Carrie Diaries would wear. And finally, the outfit as a whole makes me feel so edgy even though the leggings are pink.

jean jacket - thrifted; tank top - thrifted; leggings - american apparel; boots - db shoes

book withdrawal

Do you ever get that feeling? When you finish a book and you just feel so helpless, like you've lost something, like you've lost a friend? You keep going back, thinking of something that happened or that a character said and then realizing you already finished the book. It's like having to say goodbye to a friend without actually getting to say it. They just kind of leave you, stranded, lost without them.

source: bookshelves

a poem i wrote last year (aka 2009)

At times that hurt,

I need you near,

To steer me through my sea of tears,

To keep my heart from falling apart.

I may seem tough,

I may play rough,

But all I need is you.

Just you,

To survive this world.

hurry up, mr. mailman

So I ordered Leopoldine Core's chapbook Young Friend and I'm waiting for it to arrive and I'm so so so excited to read it. Her poetry is so out there yet visual; you can almost hear her reciting it, see her train of thought, how it changes courses, takes you on a trip down memory lane. I bought my ticket and now I'm waiting for the train.

artificial chemicals

Short and sweet:

That's not meat.

Long and sour:

That's not flour.

Fake food, fake groove.

We'll all die.

too late

Crime.

Tough, hard crime.

Push and scream,

One last breath,

Single gasp for air.

They can’t hear you,

Yell, cry, hit.

Still can’t hear you,

Yell, cry, hit,

Just fight back.

Crime.

Tough, hard crime.

Tear-streaked face,

Blood stained clothes.

One last hit,

Try once more.

They can’t hear you,

Yell, cry, hit.

Still can’t hear you,

Yell, cry, hit.

One last scream,

Yell, cry, hit.

One last shot,

Yell, cry, hit.

Gun in hand,

Yell, cry, hit.

POW!

They can hear you,

Yell,

Cry, 

Hit.

It’s too late.

a few faded memories

dance the night away

i want to go to the seaside

lights in the night sky

overpowered

window to your soul

the l game

I don’t like this twisted game you’re playing.

I’m trapped in a movie and you’re the antagonist,

But god you’re also the love interest.

Don’t tell me it’s over because I’m not done yet.

Am I the only one still here,

Watching as the credits roll

Or did you just press pause while I was still on play?

I never knew this was a race to who could stop loving first.

How could you move on when I was just falling back?

I didn’t know this was a game ‘till I was the last one playing:

You outran me, I out-loved you.

Please come back, please play fair.

I call a rematch.