ninety four.

source:  Sicoactiva’s Flickr

eighty six.

source: Jak and Jill Blog

WOW.
What I would give to look like that ^^

sixty seven.

Things I want but can’t afford:
(it’s hardly an exhaustive, nor complete, list)

• Concert Tickets
  1. Emiliana Torrini
  2. So Frency, So Chic Live
  3. The Temper Trap
  4. Plus many others that have ALREADY sold out -sigh-
• Jewellery
  1. Vampire Teeth Rings
  2. Cloud Necklace
  3. Iosselliani Stacked Rings
  4. Bat Cuff
  5. Talon Cuff
  6. The Entire Sowat Collection (Specifically ANGEL DUST Angel Rings & Cuff, Feather Necklace & Feather Cuff; TLAZOTLA Chunky Bracelets; ANAHUAC Cuffs & Mirrored Necklaces)
  7. Dominic Jones (Those rings! Those Bracelets!)
• Clothes, Clothes Clothes
• Shoes, Shoes, Shoes
• Swimmers, Swimmers, Swimmers
• Sunglasses, always sunglasses

Plus like thousands more things. Why do I have no money??

fifty nine.

going forwards is much more fun silly!

via: Some Required

“Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan.
Things were very hot that year.
All the wax was melting in the trees.
He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy.
Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair.
Everything was gold.
One night the bed caught fire.
He was handsome and a very good criminal.
We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars.
It was the afternoon of extravagant delight.
Danny the daredevil.
Candy went missing.
The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks.
I want to try it your way this time.
You came into my life really fast and I liked it.
We squelched in the mud of our joy.
I was wet-thighed with surrender.
Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted.
This is the business.
This, is what we’re after.
With you inside me comes the hatch of death.
And perhaps I’ll simply never sleep again.
The monster in the pool.
We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans.
Everywhere I looked.
And sometimes I hate you.
Friday — I didn’t mean that, mother of the blueness.
Angel of the storm.
Remember me in my opaqueness.
You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth.
Fly away sun.
Ha ha *beep* ha you are so funny Dan.
A vase of flowers by the bed.
My bare blue knees at dawn.
These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going too.
I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died in the morning.
I gave him a name.
His name was thomas.
Poor little god.
His heart pounds like a voodoo drum.”

‘Sunlight and Chocolate Bars’
Candy, 2006

fifty eight.

 

 source: Kevin Trageser’s Portfolio via: DesignforMankind

I wish that:

• that was me;
• the straw was my worries;
• and i could just throw them away — just like that.

Life is just far too tough at the moment: things are popping up in a bizzare fashion; people are coming out of the woodwork, yet again; things continue to be a giant question-mark and completely unresolved — its killing me.

People shouldn’t be this difficult to deal with, subjects should stop stressing me out, my body should stop hating me, things should stop continuing to be unresolved, things just need to fix themselves. It’s all becoming too much to deal with. I just want to stop associating with all these people, but I simply can’t walk away, I can’t. Nor can things go backwards like they are, thats NOT what I want. Why does everything have to be so difficult sometimes.

via: SomeRequired