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songs you should listen to on youtube {or something}

In Your Room-Depeche Mode
All Is Full of Love-Bjork
Hallo Spaceboy (Petshop Boys Remix)-David Bowie
We Walk-The Ting Tings
Graveyard Girl-M83
We Own the Sky-M83
Neighborhood 4 (Kettles)-Arcade Fire
SRXT-Bloc Party
Uniform-Bloc Party
Until We Bleed-Kleerup Feat. Lykke Li
Control-Metro Station
Helicopter (Whitey version from Silent Alarm Remix)-Bloc Party

dress:Zara

Tights:Hue

Shoes:Minnetonka

Scarf:shop in Italy

jacket:Urban Outfitters

nothing seems good enough.
i keep deleting/unpublishing
in every aspect. not just in blog life.

i'm numb

"I'm naked
I'm numb
I'm stupid
I'm staying
And if Cupid's got a gun,

then he's shootin'
Lights black
Heads bang
You're my drug
We live it
You're drunk, you need it
Real love, I'll give it
So we're bound to linger on
We drink the fatal drop
Then love until we bleed
Then fall apart in parts"

Pics from when my friend and I ran around a field in seventh or eighth grade.Seems so long ago. Lots has changed.

I'm so scared for intro to photography. We're developing our own photos and using film and I have no idea what I'm going to do. Worried about not taking good ones.

we're all mad here

"What is the use of a book, without pictures or conversations?"

"Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin"


"We're all mad here."

"Tut, tut, child! Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it."
The lawnmower was looking at me like "what the hell are you doing?" when I dragged out the chair while wearing 5 inch heels.

her blacks crackle and drag

Part 1

Edge by Sylvia Plath

The woman is perfected
Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity

Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.

Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little

Pitcher of milk, now empty
She has folded

Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden

Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.

The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.

I couldnt sleep so at midnight I took a bunch of pictures in a maxi dress that used to be grandmas's.

Part 2

I got bored so I drew on some of my crappier polaroids.

por milenios y milenios

tu mordiste la manzana y renunciaste

al paraiso y condenaste a una serpiente
siendo tu el que asi lo quiso
por milenios y milenios permaneciste

desnudo y te enfrentaste a dinosaurios
bajo un techo y sin escudo
y ahora estas aqui queriendo ser feliz
cuando no te importo un pepino tu destino
-Pies Descalzos,Suenos Blancos, Shakira

shoes:vintage

dress:target.

belt:urban outfitters.

ribbon:kitsch kitchen.

ring:shop in Rome.

hat:H.Y.P.E.

elephant:dad brought back from India.

dress form:PB Teen

Some of my Oma's photographs.