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October 11, 2009
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October 8, 2009
blessme

blessme

fromsecondstory:

i dont think i can take photographs for a while, i just feel like im loosing something

: ((((((((((((((

slacker-bitch:

Alicia made this and I think it’s terribly beautiful and haunting.

me as well. i love this so much. it speaks much deeper than how i am always expecting other people to read.

SHYNESS IS NICE

SHYNESS CAN STOP YOU

FROM DOING ALL THE THINGS IN LIFE YOU’D LIKE TO

fashion is not just big hair and makeup and the clothes with the most fur and jewels

photoshoot to do:

  • get fraks through to kelly
  • sketch out some ideas w/ locations
  • pack wigs/spider/pipecleaners/ect?
  • remind nico/find models
  • charge camera
  • cross fingers that mike can come : (

blessme: project09: (via appleonastick)

blessme:

project09:

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TRICK OR FACKING TREEEEAAAAT

TRICK OR FACKING TREEEEAAAAT

hamlet:

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt/Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!/Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d/His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!/How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,/Seem to me all the uses of this world!/Fie on’t! ah fie! ‘tis an unweeded garden,/That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature/Possess it merely. That it should come to this!/But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:/So excellent a king; that was, to this,/Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother/That he might not beteem the winds of heaven/Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!/Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,/As if increase of appetite had grown/By what it fed on: and yet, within a month—/Let me not think on’t—Frailty, thy name is woman!—/A little month, or ere those shoes were old/With/which she follow’d my poor father’s body,/Like Niobe, all tears:—why she, even she—/O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,/Would have mourn’d longer—married with my uncle,/My father’s brother, but no more like my father/Than I to Hercules: within a month:/Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears/Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,/She married. O, most wicked speed, to post/With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!/It is not nor it cannot come to good:/But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.

you can run, run some more

you can run, run some more

who loves the sun who loves the sun

not everyone

listening to cat stevens radio (wearing my cat stevens shirt too!)- the day is infinite times better