///ubiquity///

caprisun capricious

CAPRICORNS.

///salvia///

it didn't work. whatthe..

///golook&listen///

new blog:

///fetish///

thought the diors were killer?
















check out these nicholas kirkwoods:




















thought louboutins were killer?

















check out these ysls:

///sokokomo///

!!!
free & 21+
10pm the 22nd
la boum @ bardot
1737 vine street
hollywood california
soko's first ever US gig

///dsc-t77///

i accidentally threw my camera [dsc-t70] the other weekend and the screen stopped functioning [haha]. so i took it back to the store and they sent it off to see if it qualified for a free replacement.. it did. the newer model [dsc-t77] just arrived at my door [far right in brown]:

///starsoul///

feeling much better now, thankyouverymuch. <3

///stuck///

somewhere i don't want to be. geographically, emotionally, physically. and i've no clue exactly how to get out of it. it feels like sleep paralysis
but i'm not motherfucking asleep.

i don't know how to get out, but i do know i want to...

...

///silencio///

please, no one talk to me. leave me alone for just a while longer..

///painajainen///

so on his nightmare through the evening fog
flits the squab fiend o'er fen, and lake, and bog;
seeks some love-wilder'd maid with sleep oppress'd,
alights, and grinning sits upon her breast.



[fuseli]


—such as of late amid the murky sky
was mark'd by fuseli's poetic eye;
whose daring tints, with shakspeare's happiest grace,
gave to the airy phantom form and place.—
back o'er her pillow sinks her blushing head,
her snow-white limbs hang helpless from the bed;
her interrupted heart-pulse swims in death.

o'er her fair limbs convulsive tremors fleet,
start in her hands, and struggle in her feet;
in vain to scream with quivering lips she tries,
and strains in palsy'd lids her tremulous eyes;
in vain she wills to run, fly, swim, walk, creep;
the will presides not in the bower of sleep.
—on her fair bosom sits the demon-ape
erect, and balances his bloated shape;
rolls in their marble orbs his gorgon-eyes,
and drinks with leathern ears her tender cries.
[darwin]

nightmara. not uncommon at all.

///la///

i was interviewing darian's mom. she's angry.. she's at the mission with her kids and it's just not easy. he had snot running down his nose and he had a cold. darian's angry. he stammers when he talks and he has trouble containing his feelings. when his mom turned away he whispered in my ear.. he said, "take me with you."

watch parts 1-4 as well.

and if you actually care, click [here], [here], [here], [here], [here], [here], [here], and/or [here].

///wonder///

"i don't want this to end."

///la douleur///

some may think strongly that it is foolish for me to do so, but i forgive *you* ... because, simply, i cannot not forgive you. merely due to the fact that we are all both of the following: the opposite of evil and evil itself.. a beautiful motherfucking fusion of the two.




















"she confuses the identities of the characters, including her own, to show the similarities between heroes and villains and suggests that such distinctions ... are pointless. she underlines the fact that, as humans, we all share similar traits and emotions, vulnerability, violence, vindictiveness, solidarity, love and hate."