I ♥ tattoos

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(that's my avocado tattoo)

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Too bad I don't have any extra money because I would be getting so many more...

(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.

Artlab: Highly inspirational, slightly disturbing

I had never checked out artlab's Etsy until tonight, even though Queen Michelle has extolled their virtues at least a couple of times. So in my bored trolling of Etsy I stumbled upon Patricia Ayres's shop, and, as I said in the title, I find her work quite inspiring and just a little macabre.

The best fashion designers are ones that can tell a story with a garment. In my opinion many of these pieces- the ones that tell a story- are so much more powerful than trends. I don't think these pieces necessarily need to be flattering- I think if a human being feels a connection to a piece of clothing that tells a story, they should wear it, whether it looks 'good' on them or not. 

Patricia's designs, to me, invoke a sort of feeling of age, of eras long past mixed with fetishes of today, and of loss, or rather a certain sense of despair and desperateness, as well as just a hint of the fear that so many people feel when thinking about the idea of insanity.

Take the Hospital Dress for example:

The description reads "Stained dress made from raw material with bruise and text from mental hospital"

I read that and was thoroughly (though happily) creeped out. 

I am not usually one to like things that make me uncomfortable, and things that creep me out generally make me uncomfortable. But Patricia mixes enough pretty into her designs to make me relish the odd, slightly startling aspects of each piece.

I love how she mixes textures, and deconstruction with construction, and how she shapes the material with unordinary cuts, and by stuffing and ruffling it into fantastic shapes.

In summary, if you haven't looked at her website and Etsy, you should. 

Obsessed

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I am fucking obsessed about Lady Gaga. Fucking obsessed.

Everything about her totally appeals to me; her shiny shiny pants, her crazy headdresses, her attitude towards her music, her fucking crazyness.

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She really makes me want to be totally slapdash glam.

Which is entirely possible, I mean, she glued sequins and sparkles onto $3 dollar bras and called it good- even I can do that shit.

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Anyway.

I fucking love her and am sortofreally jealous of her life.

Long Distance Call

Thank you all for your wonderful words. 

You really encouraged me, and things are looking much better now.

I have been enjoying sunshine, and friends, and loves, and listening to electronica and reggae really loudly in the car with the windows down on the way to parties and picnics.

Parties that look like this:

And picnics that look like this:

All I want now is for it to be summer, and to be dressed in this outfit:

Fuck Mondays

(all I am wanting is for my life to be as free and easy as this picture...)

There is a lot of shitty, shitty shit going on in my life right now.

And it's Monday, and it's all piling up on me.

I'm mad, and frustrated, and scared, and I need another fucking job.

I am panicking.

I'm moving to Europe in less than four months and I have a fraction of the money that I need in order for me not to die the second I get there...

UGH.

FUCK.

It's also killing me that my boy and I have less than four months to be together. Who knows if we'll decide to try a long distance relationship (between Germany and Scotland) or if we'll just call it quits in the end of August. But right now it doesn't matter in the least, it just breaks my heart to know that we have an end date- that we don't have forever to have what we have right now.

Sorry to rant....but I miss you guys and I need some words from you all.

I just turned 20 two weeks ago, and I have never felt more unsure and lost in my life.

I'm usually so determined, but now I feel as if I'm floating.

Drifting without aim.

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I cannot be decisive about my future, 

I cannot even be decisive about my present. 

I am frustrated. 

I feel weak.

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But I'm happy too.

It's confusing, conflicting, infuriating.

Perhaps there is just a time to be indecisive, perhaps I am just learning more about myself...

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Things that I would never know were it not for this sort of time.

Perhaps it won't last, although it feels like forever in both directions....