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My imagination on fire

Who needs an oasis?

August 8, 2011

I am surrounded by too much meaningless stuff.

I am going to do (another) suitcase rummage sale, but this time, be brutal and honestly remove the things that are no longer me.

Clothing should be an extension of yourself, and it is in past few months that I’ve begun to really understand the difference between when one wears clothes, and when clothes wear a person. Colours that might not pop on the shelf, are absorbed by your body as a dull blue-grey shirt ceases to be just that and becomes what makes your skin seem to glow and the colour of your eyes pop. Or the outline around your waist and hips.

I have a lot of clothes that belong to a person I used to be, or a person I’ll never be. And while I keep them, I am held back from settling into myself. I just can’t see the point in holding on to a lot of things anymore. 

Also, I need cash before I leave it all behind for six weeks.  

August 8, 2011 with 376 notes

Because of the routines we follow, we often forget that life is an ongoing adventure… Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art: to bring all our energies to each encounter, to remain flexible enough to notice and admit when what we expected to happen did not happen. We need to remember that we are created creative and can invent new scenarios as frequently as they are needed.

—Maya Angelou (via thresca)

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August 4, 2011

Lingering

Lingering is just my favourite word so I used it when I couldn’t think of a title. When in doubt, a word as gloriously fun to say as “lingering” never fails.

I’m notoriously terrible at committing to anything, but in yet another attempt at maintaining a blog I’m going to set some rules that will not be too closely adhered to, as in accordance with pirates that plunder and maraud around the Caribbean, I believe rules are “more like guidelines” anyway.

1. I don’t believe Tumblr is a diary. There is a difference between self-expression and word-vomitting daily activities and dramas. Throwing up has never been very acceptable in public.

2. I’d like to express my opinions, thoughts or tastes on various things in order to express myself. Thus, personality, thoughts, emotions, opinions, memories even, perhaps, while not being a diary. There is a distinct difference. Exploring facets of my personality, without laying all my cards on the table. Inspired by real events, but not a record of them.

3.  I forgot my last rule. I think I’ve hit my head one too many times.

July 13, 2011

PAINT IT BLACK.

ACNE: HEX

7 FOR ALL MANKIND: GWENEVERE

CHEAP MONDAY: SECOND SKIN

NUDIE: THIN FINN

CHEAP MONDAY: BETWEEN OD BLACK

DR DENIM: SNAP

July 13, 2011
ACNE.

ACNE.

March 12, 2011 with 126 notes

People are always so boring when they band together. You have to be alone to develop all the idiosyncrasies that make a person interesting

—Andy Warhol (via pocahonntas)

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March 10, 2011 with 7,701 notes
Some days the future is very, very scary. All the things you’re meant to do, have planned to do and are expected to do. Or to be. How can you keep up with all the things people expect you to be, either in the present or the future? Even if they mean it in the best possible way, or as a compliment or whatever else, it’s terrifying. And so you sit for a while, kill some time and let your conscious mind be distracted by mindless movies, keeping yourself awake but not letting your conscious worries get in the way. And then you feel awful, and you’re not sure why, but it’s because deep down, you’re working things out. You hope. And then you get up because you haven’t eaten since before work yesterday and there’s nothing in the fridge that you want to eat. Again. Because you’re not hungry for anything. And this worries you, that you aren’t hungry for your dreams or your passions or your goals or your future today. Because all those expectations have worked themselves into a neat little plan, so there is no point being hungry because you can see straight down the plan from point A to B to C to Z. So you’re no longer hungry. You can’t see past this thick fog of what the future is meant to look like, the many constraints blocking your seedlings of ideas before they get a chance to even bud into what could be. No, no, no, can’t do that. Can’t do that. And then deep down, you get very fed up and your mind exclaims, proclaims, exhaults, projects, delightfully yells with glee the caption on the above picture.  And then all your dreams and ideas and wonders come slowly, but surely,  creeping back in, shyly and tentatively at first and before you know it they are leapfrogging over each other for centre stage in the imaginary stageshow of how beautiful the future can be.

Some days the future is very, very scary. All the things you’re meant to do, have planned to do and are expected to do. Or to be. How can you keep up with all the things people expect you to be, either in the present or the future? Even if they mean it in the best possible way, or as a compliment or whatever else, it’s terrifying. And so you sit for a while, kill some time and let your conscious mind be distracted by mindless movies, keeping yourself awake but not letting your conscious worries get in the way. And then you feel awful, and you’re not sure why, but it’s because deep down, you’re working things out. You hope. And then you get up because you haven’t eaten since before work yesterday and there’s nothing in the fridge that you want to eat. Again. Because you’re not hungry for anything. And this worries you, that you aren’t hungry for your dreams or your passions or your goals or your future today. Because all those expectations have worked themselves into a neat little plan, so there is no point being hungry because you can see straight down the plan from point A to B to C to Z. So you’re no longer hungry. You can’t see past this thick fog of what the future is meant to look like, the many constraints blocking your seedlings of ideas before they get a chance to even bud into what could be. No, no, no, can’t do that. Can’t do that. And then deep down, you get very fed up and your mind exclaims, proclaims, exhaults, projects, delightfully yells with glee the caption on the above picture. 

And then all your dreams and ideas and wonders come slowly, but surely,  creeping back in, shyly and tentatively at first and before you know it they are leapfrogging over each other for centre stage in the imaginary stageshow of how beautiful the future can be.

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March 10, 2011 with 17,388 notes

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March 10, 2011 with 7,557 notes
I watched this today. I still prefer To Catch A Thief or Breakfast at Tiffanys. The ending of this made me very sad.

I watched this today. I still prefer To Catch A Thief or Breakfast at Tiffanys. The ending of this made me very sad.

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March 10, 2011 with 118 notes

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