Thursday
Sunday
That secret that you keep.
That secret that you knew but don't know how to tell. It fucks with your honor and it teases your head. But you know that it's good girl. 'Cause its running you with red. Then the snow started falling. We were stuck out in your car. You were rubbing both of my hands. Chewing on a candy bar. You said, ain't this just like the present to be showing up like this? As a moon waned to crescent, we started to kiss. And I said I know it well. That secret that we know that we don't know how to tell.
I'm in love with your honor, I'm in love with your cheeks.
What's that noise up the stairs, babe?I'm in love with your honor, I'm in love with your cheeks.
Is that Christmas morning creaks?
I got an iphone.
So, I finally got an iphone. I don't have much to say about it because i'm not in the typing mood but generally...I think it is the most awesome thing invented and I'm mad I was clouded by staying faithful to Blackberry. does Blackberry care about me? I don't think so. Blackberry's aren't people, they don't give a fuck. So....now I have to relearn everything about the apple interface. I don't mind. It was worth the 163 investment.
Love.
Love.
Wednesday
My etsy shop!
http://www.northstarrvintage.etsy.com
Hey Guys.....I just listed hundreds of new vintage beauties in my shop! Go check it out! You'll love it :)
Hey Guys.....I just listed hundreds of new vintage beauties in my shop! Go check it out! You'll love it :)
Tuesday
Monday
Lana Del Rey the Goddess : American
You make me crazy, you make me wild. Just like a baby, spin me 'round like a child. Your skin so gold and brown. Be young, be dope, be proud.
Saturday
Friday
Time to Pretend
I'm Feeling rough I'm Feeling raw I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
We'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
We'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.
Wednesday
the beautiful and the damned.
“Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.”
Monday
Only if for a night.
And I heard your voice, as clear as day. You told me, I should concentrate. It as all so strange, and so surreal, that a ghost should be so practical.
Sunday
Some type of way.
I feel a certain way while sitting at this desk. Man, do I churn away at these thoughts.. Most of the time, it seems impossible to shut down my mind. I've been working all day, photographing, listing, promoting...but the need to write infiltrated everything I did so eventually, after 9 hours of contemplation, I had to sit down and just write whatever it is that I'm thinking.
Weird, contemplative, confused, conflicted, desperate; combination of those emotions has possessed me for a while. I've assembled a plan for which I'm hoping to get what I've been non-stop thinking about. Sometimes, it's like suppressing an overflowing dam to keep all of this in, and I admit, I half way fall apart of the days when it's close to unbearable...those are the days when I use the secondary negative emotions i'm feelings to envelope the ones I can't reveal yet.
5 years.
Ambiguity is my forte, so I suppose, not a soul could even begin to guess what I'm saying here.
It just sucks, a lot.
Often times, karma seems to be real. Or perhaps I create it for myself. Maybe it was created for us to blame an external factor in our misfortunes...which in fact, really isn't external at all. We're supposed to blame our selves for the things that have happened to us, post the initial event which has posed as the catalyst to the secondary event. Well, I do blame myself, because I am truly to blame. People always preach of living for the future, and letting go of the past when it clearly cannot be retrieved or relived. Well, i refuse to accept that. What if it can? I think it can, and that's what i'm going to do because I can't accept life without the goodness which I'm aware is present, but not near enough to me.
Weird, contemplative, confused, conflicted, desperate; combination of those emotions has possessed me for a while. I've assembled a plan for which I'm hoping to get what I've been non-stop thinking about. Sometimes, it's like suppressing an overflowing dam to keep all of this in, and I admit, I half way fall apart of the days when it's close to unbearable...those are the days when I use the secondary negative emotions i'm feelings to envelope the ones I can't reveal yet.
5 years.
Ambiguity is my forte, so I suppose, not a soul could even begin to guess what I'm saying here.
It just sucks, a lot.
Often times, karma seems to be real. Or perhaps I create it for myself. Maybe it was created for us to blame an external factor in our misfortunes...which in fact, really isn't external at all. We're supposed to blame our selves for the things that have happened to us, post the initial event which has posed as the catalyst to the secondary event. Well, I do blame myself, because I am truly to blame. People always preach of living for the future, and letting go of the past when it clearly cannot be retrieved or relived. Well, i refuse to accept that. What if it can? I think it can, and that's what i'm going to do because I can't accept life without the goodness which I'm aware is present, but not near enough to me.
Saturday
what nobody wants.
"People don’t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown."
A quote my best friend Vanessa said.
A quote my best friend Vanessa said.
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Home
This song makes me happy and it reminds me of the best year of my life.
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