11/26/12

kiss the boys and make them die























I am in love. I've never loved a photo series more than this in my entire life. This is honestly so perfect and spectacular in zillions of ways. I can see the story that would play out here. There is a girl gang, called The Boy Snatchers, and basically, when they get angry at a girl, they kiss her boyfriend and literally suck the life out of him and kill him. They are also very cult-like, and swore to each other never to date boys EVER, because they wanted to be best friends for forever and never leave each other. But then this new boy comes, and one of The Boy Snatchers, Suzy, falls for him and her and new boy fall in love. But the girl gang members are NOT happy about this, and resolve that the only way to fix this problem is to kill her and the boy. So first they go after the boy, and kill the new boy by kissing him (that's how they kill boys). Then they go after Suzy, and they stab her and then eat her blood. Then, they go and get new boy's body, and Suzy's body, and they dig a shallow hole in the forest. They lay both bodies next to each other, and cover the little earth bed in flowers and pretty things, like autumn leaves and butterflies. Then the other three girls in The Boy Snatchers swim away in a river and never return to the little town again.

This is a photo series by Petra Collins for Rookie Mag!

11/25/12

Jules Verne; 6650 Fahrenheit blvd; Reykjavik, Iceland, 3949901

i kind of am in love with all things written  by Jules Verne. i'm currently reading journey to the center of the earth, which is incredible. it inspires me to want to go on adventures and explore. i'm planning on turning my bedroom into my own little sanctuary; walls will be covered in exotic looking fabrics and photographs, i'll hang my tea bag collection up (long overdue on that), i'll have loads of dream catchers scattered all over the walls, i'll display my tambourines (once i make/get some. i'm planning on making one with sea glass for bells!), and i'll have all my nation geographic magazines sitting proudly on my bookshelf. my curtains will be pretty, tribal-esque fabric and i'll have shell talismans hanging everywhere. it'll be my perfect place. i'll probably never want to leave.

that scarf is so pretty. so is the dress. god i love that dress and scarf.

prettiest hat i've ever seen.

i can hear the music that would be playing.

love love love.

beautiful place.

dream jacket.

i made everything a nice, red font color today because it was just my mood. kind of restless i suppose, but calm and serene too.

*the temperature at the center of the earth is 6650• Fahrenheit. You must go to Sneffels in Reykjavik, Iceland, to get to the center of the earth (according to Arne Saknussem), and it is 3,949.901 miles to the earths center. Jules Verne wrote Journey to the Center of the Earth.

11/19/12

alien creature

I have been drawing a hawk in art class lately. It's coming along really nicely. I can't draw things I don't enjoy drawing, which is why my art homework's are so terrible, but I really enjoy drawing the hawk. It's in graphite pencil and is totally stylized but still really good. I'm really proud of it. I'll post a picture tomorrow. 

I'm getting really bored with my hair. I think I'm going to buy some dark brown hair dye as well as some blonde and red and just dump it in my hair and see what happens. I have a lot of split ends but I don't really mind them. I like dry hair, I think it's prettier than really silk smooth hair, because then it's wavy and course and textured and interesting.

judging you pensively

no words. no words.

um... okay... like, what the heck.

did anybody just see me talking to you? i hope not.

trying to smile. but what you said really wasn't funny.

oh, you beauteous being. johnny my man.

mad world.







11/18/12

human nature


i spent the day listening to broadway showtunes, wishing so badly i was talented enough to go on broadway. i can't act though, and i can't sing. i'm a bad actor, not by choice, but by nature. i love the idea of acting, but once i'm on stage, in front of an audience, actually acting, i can't act, and i hate every minute of being on stage. i'm simply playing myself, a terrified, petrified version of myself, who stutters and is pale and unemotional. i'm an okay singer. i can stay in tune but my voice isn't one you'd necessarily want to hear on the radio, and i also lack range. it's kind of ironic, because i have my moments where i want nothing more than to be in the spotlight, and to be the center of attention, but once i'm actually there, in the actual spotlight, on a stage, i hate it. in social situations it's kind of the same. i don't like being ignored, but i also don't like talking about myself or having to entertain people, knowing that if i don't, they'll get bored and leave. that's probably the worst feeling in the world, feeling like you have to entertain someone in order for them to stick around. my dad and i always say, that you know you have a friend when you can sit in silence for a few minutes and not feel uncomfortable or awkward, and practically not even notice you aren't talking. good friends don't need to fill those silent intervals with words. those non-uncomfortable, non-awkward moments of silence between you and another person are kind of precious. silence is a really beautiful thing, because then you start to notice everything else around you. you notice the funny ways people walk, you can hear dozens of sounds at once, and it's because your brain is at peace, which seems to be a rarity these days.




11/15/12

heavenly creatures

I watched Heavenly Creatures today. It was literally so beautiful and sad and disturbing. It was mostly tragic though. I can imagine Shakespeare writing a long, dramatic play about something like that.

How dost thou view the night?
Tis rational to see the stars when they ought not to be seen?
The lands of dreams call to me. Borovnia? Why dost thou not come to me.
I see you sleeping, are thine eyes closed? Or tis simply my blindness preventing my senses from taking a breath of  your pure sweetness.
We shall not be separated. You the night and I the day. We are apart and yet together. 
The sun and moon cannot survive without each other, just as our lungs and leg would coil up and die without one another.
Separation is worse than death. Is the fourth world where we may find happiness?
Gina, Debora, Charles, Diello! The people of my soul. You align me with the ingenue of grace and immortality.
Soft? Oh not so, sir! Look over the mountain's peak, do you see the clouds? Walk towards them, allow them to envelope you. consume you, entice you. 
Let the candles burn your memories as the brick turns red with the warm thickness of blood.
I can feel the death. My eyes scream to the world of my wrong doing. What tis done tis done. It had to be so, for it is not my time to entice death with my presence.
The sun and the moon must remain together. And they shall.

Two friends becoming so obsessed with each other that they turn to outrageous resolutions in order to stay together is such a crazy, seemingly abstract idea to society. I can understand it to a certain degree, but not to the degree of murdering your mother to abstain from a potential separation! The murder scene was exorbitantly disturbing. After I watched it I ran downstairs and hugged my mom and stayed and sat next to her for a while and watched TV with her. Kate Winslet is so incredible. I loved her character, Juliet, in the movie, not including her insanity and murderous intent and stuff. She was just so exuberant and passionate about so many things and unapologetically herself. She was loud and bold and confident, and it was just so inspiring and intriguing to see this really smart, creative, and independent character take such drastic action in varying scenarios. I feel odd saying this, but I felt I could relate very much to Juliet (not the murderer part) in that she was so creative and unabashed and strong and passionate about things she cared about. She was so, so, so relatable and cool. Pauline... I don't know. It's funny, because Pauline scared me while Juliet was this incredibly intriguing character. Pauline was intriguing too, but I didn't relate to her as much.








world's greatest bitch face.