hi there are apparently 403 people who read my journal (meaning I am "Friend of") but there are like only ten people who ever comment, which is awesome, but
how many people are ACTUALLY reading? why are you so quiet? the internet is SO BORING PEOPLE COME ON TALK TO ME
I have never really been a fan of Domo, but since their little collaboration with Target..I'm a little obsessed. Maybe it's the fact that he's decked out in Halloween costumes. None of these are useful really but the case (2nd picture) can be used as a carrying case for whatever. Haha this gives me yet another reason to visit my favorite store.
This week has been intense, but very productive and rewarding. School is going by very fast, but there is so much to do. I am not loving my Photoshop class. That must be my most unlikeable class yet. I have been considering quitting my job, but I'll have to wait a while and see. If he makes any more insults, it's all over. I hate working on Wednesdays because it gives me virtually no time to study for the next day's classes AND! I have to wake up fucking early to go to the darkroom to develope film and make print (s), while making sure that I am not late to my 12pm class. Have not started any of my Photoshop homework, which is somewhat bad because there is so much to do, but somewhat liberating. Part of me just wants to show up this Wednesday with nothing, but then again I am a perfectionist and a bit of a worry wart. Sometimes I wish I didn't care about doing homework or not. Do it if I feel like it. It started raining Friday night/Saturday morning. You know what means..rainy season is near! Oh, I bought a fog machine yesterday. Not for Halloween purposes, but for Photo assignments! It will bring a nice ghastly, eerie feeling to it. As if my photos did not feel gloomy enough haha. I guess that's it for my rant. I would rather much post my favorite looks for Fashion Week. I have yet to catch up on all the collections...
we are born with these ideas, these clearly construed beliefs that if one thing is done there is a reaction of equal consequence. there is so much that i do not understand and that i cant even begin to understand. im trying. but i look at my hands, so wet and scared with my own temptations and i find it the hardest to smile and leap off of rocks into a crystal blue sea. taking comfort in knowing that there is that kind of power within me. embracing that power and using it for pure good...
I just checked the website to see and salivate over Vivienne Westwood's bones bracelet, and it's gone! Boo if it is sold out. There's another website I found that sells it, but not too sure on its authenticity. On break, I'll call Net-A-Porter and hope that it is still in stock.
if you could remember screaming. do you? the screaming of terror as you collided with the rear seats of a car. the scream of terror for the person growing further away from the rear window. your limited view becoming ever more obscured by the turnings of corners and the idea that you will never have that moment with that person anymore. or group of people. you are losing. you have lost.
there was a shift somewhere in the world, there was a shift in you. you turned back. and became a pillar of shame.
i imagined the way it would feel. the mutations they have endured to bring me to this moment right now. i am muted- mutated- different all the same. how was i to continue the path on my own without the essential construct of family. an equation defended by every major religion in the world. alike in the nature to the blood cells in my body. the same cells that are being mutated and destroyed right now. i have destroyed them. as i have destroyed everything.
were dieing to get there you know. im dieing to be there with you.
i looked at you in the mirror, i reached out to rest my palm on your shoulder. you caught my gaze directly as i raised my head. my hair framed a white white face and i said to you
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