lightlust

How fast does the Sun's heart beat
when the moon intersects her orbit?

Does her breathing get rapid?

Do her hands lose circulation?

Does she find herself aware of how bright the moon's face looks in the dark?


Well she does.



And then the moon spins around and says,

"I always look better when I spin out in your light."

i will be hanging on your light

I think the reason I didn't like Copeland when I was younger was because I didn't have any feelings that went along with the sound. I do now and find them to put me at peace.

fall into you

I'm going to explode in a few minutes, I'm sure of it.

I have no time tonight to do all of my work, I'm extremely tired, and for some mysterious reason my RA wants to have lunch with me tomorrow. The fact that it was so mysterious just freaks me out even more. I am stressed.

And I've also discovered the natural theme of this week is the 90's. So here:





My heart hurts this weeks :(

broken wishes

"Have you ever liked somebody so much you just wanna lock yourself in your room, turn on sad music and cry?" - Glee

Yes. Yes I have.

That

is all.

sugar, ah honey honey

A slow, sweaty rush of exhaustion,
An envelope of calm, quiet
Humidity
Wraps me,
Coddles me
To a numbing lull,
An incantation of fairy tales,
Tea parties,
And tutus.

This desire to be young
And bounce on the balls of my
Feet
Until my forehead brushes
The basin of the sky.

But looking up,
Nothing.

The only way to see it is to
Be it,
Feel its spirit
Drip from its edges
Into my hair,
Running down my cheeks,
Slipping onto my lips,
The clouds' molasses
Trickling down my trachea.

Childhood,
That taste you can't get out of
Your head,
But can never remember with
Your lips.
The only thing I thirst for
Now
Is that which I never did like the taste of
Then.

Youth is a sweet
And messy
Business.



Also, this song is adorable.

oops

when the vapor of the air clings to my shoulders,
i think of you
when the vertebrae in my spine bend one by one,
i think of you
when my head bobs up and down in the crowd of a thousand faceless bodies,
i think of you
when the e is plucked,
i think of you
when the red illuminates and vibrates at 3am,
i think of you
when nicotine and caffeine waft through my airway,
i think of you
when the clouds drift into scattered masses of nothing and everything,
i think of you
when the wind brushes my hair against my cheek,
i think of you
when God made the world in seven days,
he thought of you
and he thought of me
and that thought must have happened so sporadically
that a little piece of each of our thoughts collided
and switched places,
leaving a part of you in me
and a part of me in you
because there is no other logical reason
for why the rain,
or a paperclip,
or a chocolate chip,
or a cardboard box,
or a shoelace,
or a styrofoam cup,
or a candle stick,
or a freckle on my nose,
or the word "angel"
would make me think of you
except that God made a mistake
and didn't notice
and that's the reason that we've worked.

my only concern is that God might notice soon
and try and fix it.

awake on my airplane

This week's been spent going to bed late, sleeping too late, listening to some badass music, and looking at some even more badass art.

Current inspirations: Madeline (the french ginger), Chanel, yoga, tea, Company of Thieves, "From Clouds" by Via Audio, "The Wolf" by Miniature Tigers

Oh, and basements from the 1970's. And hookahs.




Boardwalk by ~Jazzdogg on deviantART

bus stop

I'm feeling pretty sepia this week. It's actually been a rather god awful week if I'm being honest. I've had limited contact with some close friends, and it's been one of those weeks where you're too tired to care about how you look. And breakouts that ensue because of the stress of such a week don't help either. So I decided to cheer myself up with some shopping, some good cinema, chocolate, and wicked new music.



Okay, so not new, but the Smiths are classic.



Company of Thieves has become an instant favorite. I absolutely adore the lead singer's style!

Current inspirations: the 1970's, my hippie mother, basement parties, underground British lifestyle

Current love: my friend is the most inspiring artist in the world, her art is this ethereal mixture of classic fairy tales with a sort of tea party twist


cool salt painting by ~ewest1016 on deviantART

Check out some more of her stuff at http://ewest1016.deviantart.com/gallery/

More posts to come, sorry I deleted my past few. I don't know, I felt like a new beginning was needed.