(I've forgotten where I found this one...I think we heart it- if you know who it's by please tell me so I can credit them!)

Wouldn't it be strange if all of humanity was just a tiny blip in the existence of the universe?

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We think of humanity as extending on into the unforeseeable future, but isn't it more likely that it will all end sometime rather soon?

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I wonder if anything will remember us.

If they do, what what they will remember.

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I hope humanity isn't only remembered for our destruction, if we're remembered for anything at all.

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I hope some residue of the beauty of humanity is left after we are all gone.

Long time gone

First of all, sorry for my extended absence again. My life outside of the computer has been distracting me from my life inside of the computer, and I sort of like it like that...but I do miss you all so.

The other day I was feeling incredibly uninspired, drab, and rather boring and while checking my blog comments I stumbled across  Sparkles and Crumbs, by the most deliciously inspiring Pixie July. She awoke all the latent inspiration in me, and made me want to dress like a ringmaster in a circus. I love her, and now she has given me a lovely tag to do. 

It is called the Show Your Heart tag, and here is what it is:

With as much creativity as you can muster, show your heart in:

1 picture

1 poem

1 song or piece of music

1 phrase or quote

1 item of clothing

1 place

[And just for fun-] 1 Disney princess!

My heart changes all the time, so this is just what it looks like today:

1 picture: 

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1 poem:

I'm feeling once again that it's time to reinvent myself.

The seasons are changing,

my feelings are changing.

I'm feeling that it's time to paint myself, bejewel myself, change myself.

What I am is changing,

what I love is changing.

I'm feeling this change, and it makes me want to cry,

but it also makes me want to unfurl myself from the cocoon that is me now,

emerging new and fresh and different,

and maybe more or maybe less beautiful.

-by me

1 song:

Blue are the shy little violets hiding,

Blue the great sky where the skylarks go gliding,

Come let us sing now

All in a ring now

Joyful our song as we welcome the spring.

White is the fleece of the lambs in the morning,

White are the soft little clouds that are soaring,

Golden the daffodil, golden the columbine

Golden the light at the dawning of spring

-part of a waldorf song

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1 phrase or quote:

It won't last forever.

1 item of clothing:

cut off levi's jean shorts.

1 place:

in my boy's bed with him.

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1 Disney Princess:

Rapunzel, but not the Disney one...the Grimm's Brothers fairytale one.

I'm giving this tag to Jess, Chelsea Jade, Indie.Tea, Teabagstains, and Silverwings.

I was also given this award from Mila (who I love love love love!): 

And I'm giving it to every single one of my readers, because I LOVE you!

♥ ♥ ♥

I dreamt about snakes last night

I think it's funny that when I am content with my life I have less to say.

Less inspiration, almost.

Less need to find catharsis, less emotional outpouring.

I sort of miss the angst that forced so much beauty out of myself.

But on the other hand, I sort of like being content.

I think that's it, contentment breeds sedation. 

Isn't that funny? 

We look for contentment in everything, and when we find it, we find that it makes us sedentary, lazy, and then we realize that the looking for it was really the point, the act of searching, the scouring and seeking the real adventure.

Being content is boring.

So now I am going to have an adventure, and find excitement, because excitement is not contentment, and excitement is not boring.

photos from here

On a side note, isn't Tim Walker fucking brilliant?? He's the one fashion photographer that consistently reminds me that fashion (please note that I am talking about the fashion industry, and 'fashion', which I differentiate greatly from style, dressing, and the use of clothing as a form of self expression) can be amazing. I've done a pretty drastic 180 in terms of how I regard fashion within the last year - going from wanting to work in that industry, to thinking that the industry is basically a capitalistic, consumeristic game for the rich, played by the rich. Tim's photography, however, reminds me that even if the fashion industry is a shallow cesspool of upper class elitists there is still art to be found there, and a beautiful sense of expression that is eloquently stated by finely crafted clothing. 

Plus, disregarding the clothing he does or doesn't use, he takes fucking incredible photos.

Moustaches

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Do you ever look at things you've done in the past and realize just how unhealthy and fucked up they were?

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Do you ever wonder if what you are doing right at this second will be something you regret in the future?

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Do you ever wonder why people procrastinate so much?

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Do you ever wonder which road is the less travelled one?

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Do you ever wonder what the people in your life would say if you completely reinvented yourself?

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...I stayed up til 3am making myself a pair of rodarte tights. I'll show them to you soon...

I feel like lovecraft in Brooklyn

I feel like I'm on the brink of something.

I feel like something is going to come gushing out of me any second, 

but when I try to make it come it recedes. 

This feeling is driving me crazy.

 

It's like all of my creativity and inspiration and spontaneity and verve are a fiery ball in the middle of me, 

but I can't seem to harness it, 

I can't seem to make it mine.

It's like I have no focus. 

I can't decide what to unleash the fiery ball inside of me onto, into.

Alternately, I feel empty. 

I feel like crying,

like sobbing,

but there's nothing to cry about

nothing to sob with.

I feel like all of the tears that I want to cry don't exist, my tear ducts closed and dry. 

All I want is to get this all out.

(all photos from here, other than the second to last, which is from here, and the last, which is mine)

There's a million of you and only a half of me

What if all of the sudden I forgot all of the names of all of the people I'd ever met?

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How long can one survive on only Vonnegut and cherries?

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What if all of your facial expressions got translated to your feet?

(mine)

How many emotions can a body physically hold before it explodes or becomes more than one body?

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Can a person fall in love with someone they don't know exists?

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If I always lived above the clouds do you think that spf 50 would keep me from getting sunburnt?

(mine)

If the internet didn't exist would everyone be less lonely?

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If everyone in the world only wore flowers would anyone be allergic to them?

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Wouldn't life be so much more fair if people loved beautiful people less easily?

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If snow was actually popcorn would anyone have as much fun skiing? 

(mine)

If time could stand still where would you want to be when it did that?

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Merry Christmas!

My Christmas-y season has been looking like this...

...tea and gingerbread from the sweetest little cup and saucer given to me as an early Christmas present from my best friend in the universe...

...Christmas parties with sweaters and lots of rum...

...paper snowflakes hung from my kitchen ceiling...

...debuting the sweet chiffon dress I made...

...bare legs despite the two feet of snow outside of my front door...

...and Christmas eve outfits...