I need a really good artist to draw my invisionment for my next back tattoo.
I want to do the four seasons, but murged images that symbolize each one. I’m definitely getting the planets going down my spine. I’m also trying to find a symbol for peace and chaos, but have yet to find one. I just have this certain image in my head that needs to be drawn on paper. I just want a lot of detail as if my back was an empty canvas someone was panting on. I want realism vs. surrealism.
I can't wait for my clothes to come in the mail! I bought a new beanie, leaf green of course; a scarf, sea green, red, and navy floral print; Scoop back sweater dress, grey; brown macossins; and black stockings with an fishnet opening going up the side of the leg. Ah I love clothes. On my to-do list features a new jacket, hopefully a navy picoat or a tan/chesnut aztec looking coat.
I’m not a materialistic girl; I’m just obsessed with fashion. And I’m not talking about hi-fashion because some of the “said” hi-fashion pieces of clothing can easily be made by anyone who knows how to sew. I wish I knew how to make clothes because if I did, that’s all I would be doing. Fuck going to a clothing store, I’ll go to a fabric store and buy yards of cloth cheaper than a complete wardrobe. I’m going to teach myself eventually when I have my own place.
“It is easy to play the victim, point fingers at others, and blame situations. It is difficult, however, to point our finger inward, to ourselves, and take responsibility for the decision we have made. While we may be influenced by the people around us and our environment, we always have the ability and power to choose. You may feel as though you had no options, or that you were being forced to choose a particular fate. You may feel that this outcome was inevitable. Nonetheless, you are the one who shapes the course your life takes, each day, with the decisions you make. There will be times when you have poor judgment or make an unwise decision that leads to pain, disappointment, shame, or regret. But, with this misstep, you will grow, and gain the knowledge and confidence, to take steps forward in a different direction. It is only through the act of taking responsibility for our lives and our choices, accepting our imperfections, and allowing ourselves the opportunity to change, that we can find freedom.”—
My eyes have captured the tramatic symptoms of nipplitist.
A brown wrinkled nipple was exposed out of a chonga’s shirt. Did I dare to tell her? No. Any female can feel the difference in the breeze across a bare chest. Yes, very scary. Almost as scary as going to a nude beach and seeing saggy vagina’s and penis’s.
Man Bites Dog (1992) ; Benoit Poelvoorde's universal philosophy on love.
"That’s the trouble with men. Sure I’ve been hurt before. I gave them something, they gave me something. But there comes a time when you start to ask questions. All on account of that little door. In a couple, the door has to stay open. And when it’s open it’s either to bring in new nourishment…or it’s to let you out. Either you add a little seed…and that seed can be a baby, or a good time or a holiday…Or you get out, lock, stock and seed. With men, you can’t always tell if the door’s open and if it’s time to add a seed, or get the hell out. I’ve been hurt because I’d open the door wide, and they’d shut it. Love leaves a trail of sulfur like some lingering smell. As soon as you meet someone, you smell it. Like when you take a leak, your fingers smell. You have to wash them two or three times so you can forget you pissed.”
People like to be percieved in one way and act another.
There’s the followers and the leaders. I am neither, I am a loner. I walk with my own tune, my own heart beat, no body else’s. This is me, I don’t try to be anyone else. I avoid the negative and stick with the positive reinforcement because my life would be chaos without it.