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)

(images via tumblr, weheartit)

little green children

oh, the lovely days of spring! i'm preparing for a wonderful summer garden. salad, anitpasta, and salsa will abound in my future! i've been peeking under the little greenhouse lid everyday now for the past week, and i finally have sprouts! little salad sprouts. needless to say, i'm very excited!

oh, my twitchy witchy girl

i think you are so nice.

this weather has me really feelin' nature, so i've been curled up enjoying the sunshine, songbirds, and my sketchbook.

(images via fffound, tumblr)

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.

(images via fffound)

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

(images via tumblr)

adieu!

i'm off to the country to do some painting, suck at knitting, and eat offensive amounts of veggies..

(images via hearblack, fffound)

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

(images via tumblr, fffound)

doom? nah. well, maybe.

my little ceramic heater could blow up, any second, ending my young life.

no seriously, i think about stuff like that. take for instance, the microwave. this coyly benign household object could easily introduce you to your untimely demise. i kid you not, imaginary internet people. i'm sure it's quite possible that, while heating up something delicious, say, hot chocolate, that the microwave could explode. hey man, don't question me - it's a microwave, it's like they're built with disaster in mind. anyway, while taking in the view of my soon-to-be-enjoyed warm beverage, my microwave detonates and that clever little plate of glass placed in the door for easy viewing comes flying towards me and lodges in my jugular. and then i die. without ever having tasted my wonderful cocoa. yeah, plausable. and i wish you'd stop telling me it's ridiculous.

because ridiculous is blogging to imaginary internet people. and i obviously do not entertain things that could be labeled as such.

what i'm trying to say, in a manner of eloquence that would put many a dead writer to awful shame, is that life is much, much too short. some may even hint that it is perhaps fleeting (but don't quote me on that) so why not cut your own hair in the middle of the night? hm? why not declare proudly that if there were degrees available in swashbuckling, that you'd persue a doctorate? answer me that, imaginary internet people. go do something that you wouldn't even expect yourself to do. stop passing time and go do it. go wild. make yourself believe in something.

just. fucking. do it.

(images via fffound, tumblr, hearblack)

i'm planning

a wrist tattoo, and a move to some place warm.

(images via tumblr & hearblack)

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.

(photo from hearblack.com)

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

(photo via leloveimage.blogspot)

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.

(via leloveimages)

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

(leloveimages)

sweet girl, sweet ink, sweet message.

(tumblr)

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.