Oh Delight.
It's personal. It's weird to say this but this, this massive forum of thousands upon thousands of people, is where I share my thoughts, the ones that I don't talk to anyone about.
I write when I'm feeling and extreme of anything so my opinions, emotions, what ever may be a little bias and not actually a true reflection of who I am, they're just a snap shot of a moment of suffering. What you don't see is my resolution. You are seeing my release.
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Perfect. eep
(Source: elizen)
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also I made this dress with my bare hands :)
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I got some hair things so I played :)
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I don’t know where all my words have gone. I guess I’m happy…
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ahh, i wouldnt say no to him :P
This is for you Mariah.
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The Awakening (2011)
Saw this today and I Love it
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Lets stop hiding
So, I’ve decided. I’ve decided to stop pretending to be some great artist and only show a small amount of my work anywhere. I remember that putting up 100 ‘OK’ photos with memories behind them has much more impact and brings much more joy then uploading 2 great photos that mean nothing to anyone but me. I’m a documenter not a master craftsman. so let the flood of photos begin… as soon as I get some time…
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New video for you my friends! ENJOY!
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Life With Humans
So I’m up, and I’m thinking… a lot. I’m mostly just chucking a tantrum because through a series of events and an awkward outcome involving a boy and the dreaded ex I cant do one thing I just recently gained the motivation for, and that is - dance.
Those of you who know me already know I love to move and have been doing hip hop classes and thats all fine.
Its just this unique, nostalgic style that comes all packaged up with a lot of fantastic, quirky, interesting people called Swing. Ahh the vintage dresses and the bouncy music, with that oh so sexy muted trumpet! I could listen to the sound and shuffle around all day pulling a little bit of ‘tude from an era I swear I accidentally missed.
Not even the thought of dancing in my favourite musical is consoling the sting of being forbidden not only by social fuex pas’ but the dreaded ex herself.
It does thing’s to me. It just gets right up my nose. The social politics in this world are far too many and I am not accustomed to having to observe them. Some people are fickle and so high maintenance. I miss the sand pit days, not a care in the world except the paranoia that a cat had been there before me. I didn’t need to worry that another girl had been there, decided wasn’t good enough but still claimed it as hers just incase she wanted to play in it. FINDERS KEEPERS, LOSERS WEEPERS. I wouldn’t normally be this blunt but I fail to see why I need to rejig my hobby because YOU’RE CRAZY.
The thought that theres a party that I’m totally invited to but forbidden to go to makes me oh so very defiant. I just want to rock up and watch the girly hissy fit unfold. Ah man. No one can stop this girl from dancing. Its the only time I feel at peace and know exactly who I am…
I’ll find a way even if it does involve some kicking and screaming.
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So many Wins
I have fallen head over heels in love with this song. (I bought the album, and thus have it as an mp4, which tumblr doesn’t allow. So you’ll have to do with this)
San Cisco - Reckless
And it’s warm, like a soft kiss,
And you’re someone that I’m gonna miss,
Because all of the loving in the world,
well i wouldn’t mind loving that girl,
no, I wouldn’t mind loving that girl.
Because reckless is fun when you’re not the one that gets hurt,
Because reckless is fun when you’re not the one that gets hurt.
Put all my thoughts into a jar
And hide them away somewhere so far
The thought of things I thought I knew
And you could fit right in there too
And you could fit right in there too
Because reckless is fun when you’re not the one that gets hurt,
Because reckless is fun when you’re not the one that gets hurt,
Because when your heart’s in your mouth,
Your gut’s on the ground,
And you’ve got nothing left from the chest down,
And something is nothing ‘cause what you had,
Is so much, so much better than that.
