magic

april fool

i'm on my way home to a little place you've probably never heard of. i'll be taking part in some lovely birthday and easter festivities, and for the second time in my fairly young life, those two days are one in the same. i am also happy to report that my sunshine-y sate of mind has returned with the, well, sunshine. (to think i could be so moody?) i will be working on eating lots of cake, getting TONS of fresh air, and some new and revisted artworks.

much cake, sunshine, and bunnies (but only if you'll love them)

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favorite things

firstly, a wonderful and happy birthday to my 9 year old bfff, sasha. (baby cakes, cakes, googly poof, the goog.) she is awesome, and smelly. much loves.

i participated in a post secret swap on craftster. here is one of the less shameful secrets i sent out into the world. :]

happy weekend. i think i'm going spend the rest of this rainy, chilly spring friday night catching up on some art projects. more info upon success..

i knew it!

"security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. life is either a daring adventure, or nothing." -helen keller

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GATH

sometimes you come across things and you're all, "whoa. what a lovely experience for my ears." yes. yes, this happens everytime i listen to gregory and the hawk. over the last few years, her sound has just gotten dreamier and dreamier.

check out her myspace and her website..i'm particularly in love with the songs 'his wife is a queen here' and 'august moon.'

tough love

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autobiographically sound

i hail from a family of artists, music makers, and weirdos; i grew up in a haunted house, and i've tried pickle soup. i've lived by the sea for the last 20 years, and have a nice collection of use-battered books, all of which i've loved. i have an old dog, and a new cat. i'm going to see a lot, do a lot, and learn even more. and i'm going to make sure of it.

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and how lucky for me...

that you can never have too much of either.

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a place to rest my head

because i have many, many other things i need to be doing right now i've been on a left-click-and-save binge that would probably warrant a very emotional and highly dramatic intervention. they would try to be gentle, and i'd refute, sobbing. you know, the usual.

so, in the spirit of lazing around when other tasks must be accomplished, here is a collection of cozy nooks i'd like to curl up in..

lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a coloured pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.
g.k. chesterton

the feeling of sleepiness when you are not in a bed, and can't get there, is the meanest feeling in the world.
edgar watson howe

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ok..seriously!

if you don't read GALA DARLING you should. as in right now. go!

i mean, seriously, she had pink hair. which meets one of the three mandatory criteria that must be met before i start taking advice. i'm just kidding. it's the only criteria.

"fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things that you never asked for and don't always like."
lemony snicket

girl seeking:

  far off places

strangers' faces

lovers

haters

"i wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. i wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. i felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life."

leo tolstoy

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i'm missing a certain season something fearsome

you know and i know

that if we stared through the morning dew

and couldn't see the sun

everything would blow away.

everyone knows this.

that if the cicadas

aren't deafening, and maddening,

and silent

everyone may slowly evaporate.

if each grain of sand didn't fall

on each other like chimes

and make music

we would all lose our way.

we all have always known this.

still, we forget to observe the golden orbs so early in the morning

and listen for the noises we cannot find

and sing to the music so very tiny.

you know it.

i know it.

it is august.

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i kinda love love

i think it would be appropriate to share things that i've jacked off, jacked off the internet, that is. see what i did there? with the words?....clever, i know. why? because i'm a hopeless romantic, goddamnit, that's why. these are things i've found various places. i'll try to credit accordingly.

i'd also like to add that i think it's just too adorable that i'm maintaining this blog that i'm sure nobody reads, but, hey, i'm sappy like that. but, imaginary internet readers, it is my sincere hope that you get flowers on non-holidays, and have hot sex on tuesdays, just because.

i love this, there really is something freeing about letting someone in, letting them see you look like crap and love you for it.

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weird people are the best ones to love, at least, for my sake, i hope that's true.

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this is beautiful. they look like they're at prom, falling in love despite the gaudy, tawdry nature of proms. plus a little sex, courtesy of the disco ball.

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but, of course, it's not. i'm also allowed to call you awful things in pretty languages.

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sweet girl, sweet ink, sweet message.

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lee alexander mcqueen

i was on my way back from the black hole that is the country, when i learned that alexander mcqueen had died. and i thought, "hmm. that's sad. riiight at the beginning of new york fashion week. hmm."

i mean, i like fashion, but i don't know diddly shit about it. my knowledge of mcqueen's designs didn't really extend too much further than lady gaga's shoes. so seriously, i don't know what i'm talking about.

within hours i started seeing the reactions of some of the fashion bloggers i follow, and i started to realize this guy was so influential and inspiring to a lot of people. it sucks to have to learn about someone's virtues only after they've died, but that's what it took.

when you encounter someone, in passing or directly, who is able to kindle that spark in you that wants to be forever a child, to always push what is acceptable, to play with life, they capture a little bit of you. anyone who proudly declares, "why not?" anyone who knows better than to just go with the grain. anyone who is unapolagetically their own person. and it started to make me think about people like that i've come across. and what a crying fucking shame it would be if they were suddenly gone, and couldn't inspire or excite me anymore, and what a physical void i'd have left.

so, i started looking at his most recent collections, and pieces from the last few years, and alexander mcqueen made me smile, that cheeky smile you get when someone is telling a joke that's just a tad inappropriate, or uncalled for. i like that. mr. mcqueen had taste, you know, the kind of taste that says, "nah eff your status-quo, THIS is taste."

so here's to all the people who are pure souls in that they are unrepentantly themselves, godspeed.

WORD.

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