11. dear prospective lovers: the way too my heart? long hair, artistic talent of the musical/visual/linguistic variety, and a mix cd with tom waits - i hope that i don't fall in love with you.
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world
my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry —the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
14. i've dabbled in a lot of arts. i used to paint when i was little, my grandfather (who is now dead) gave me a beautiful wooden case with a set of paints when i was about 7. i won some art contest and had a painting made into a postcard for the christmas craft fair. i painted the inside of a dollhouse my mom made when she was pregnant with me and made a ridiculous ammount of furniture for it out of bits and pieces of things (what up, milk creamer garbage can) i've been dancing since i was 5, stopped for two years, and started again this year. definitely happy to have started again. i was even in a musical in grade 8, ~hansel and gretel~ but i can't sing for shit and so idk why they gave me a lead. theatre feels like home though, more than i can explain.
15. i used to really, really love pink floyd.
16. alan shore makes me want to be a lawyer. james spader is a sexy bitch.
17. i used to kind of want to be alexis bledel in sin city
18. or anna paquin in almost famous 19. i tamed wild kittens when i was little and danced at community hall dances.
20. like every other teenage girl, i have trust issues. i'm a lot better than i used to be, though.
What a beautiful face I have found in this place That is circling all round the sun What a beautiful dream That could flash on the screen In a blink of an eye and be gone from me Soft and sweet Let me hold it close and keep it here with me, me
And one day we will die And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea But for now we are young Let us lay in the sun And count every beautiful thing we can see Love to be In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me, me
What a curious life we have found here tonight There is music that sounds from the street There are lights in the clouds Anne's ghost all around Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me Soft and sweet How the notes all bend and reach above the trees, trees just a quick post before i head off to school.. i was at a friends house last night working on a biology project invloving plants and clothing and her brother modelling the finished product for us. we're pretty sure we're going to get an A and we're only about 1/3 done. we're thinking of creating a line called sticks and stems. i hope you all look forward to the pictures that i'll be posting more likely today after schooly(all i can say is thank god for our three day weekends, eh breezy?). my friend SB seriously rocked the modelling, although she thinks i'm lying. seriously. can i just say that when you see these pictures you will be amazed at how beautiful she is? and she doesn't think she's pretty. enough ranting. i have a pug staring at me longingly and some coffee to drink. please excuse this post, i am half asleep.
we are two girls who love fashion and music. lots of pretty (subjective i guess) pictures, conor oberst fangirling, materialism and a little bit of distracted emotional ranting. feel free to join in on our thoughts! we love comments a lot, and feel free to ask us to exchange links!