January 2010
“My darling was naked, and knowing my heart well,
She was wearing only her...”
– Charles Baudelaire - Les Bijoux (The Jewels) Les Fleurs du Mal
This is actually a poem that was only printed in the initial copies created of the Flowers of Evil. The French Court found it obscene and mocking of public morality, and ordered its removal for the continued sale of the publication....
You think you make conscious decisions.
Until one day, you realize they are not so conscious at all. Familiar faces and places remind you of why you are attached to such things. You see, its happened to me today. I took a drive through Yonkers, where I grew up for most of my life, with my father and sister today. It was supposed to comprise of a little bit of shopping and a little bit of eating, but the ramifications of an hour long car...
how i Stunt
sirjimmyvo:
thursday chilled with my friends nicole and leeani. we ate, judge book covers, shopping spree at the dollar tree, atee a lil more. then went by modells. so i walk in the shoe section and the worker goes “do you need help”. i say naw and his co worker goes. “he aint buying any thing he stuntn, i peeped that once you came in” im like 0.o. and feel sorta offended. the whole time i...
I hate dabbling in things.
I really do. Nothing bothers me so much than skimming the surface. I could never live with myself. I love going into depth with things, being knowledgeable about pertinent subjects. In a way, I remind myself of Thomas Jefferson. I have thousands of interests, but dive into most, if not all, headfirst until I’m braindead and sore. Thats what she say, but, be that as it may, I will never,...
Where art thou?
I seem to have lost my self esteem. Help me find it? I’m just having a terrible night. I can’t stop thinking. I’m very bitter, and I don’t know what I want out of anything. I encounter this too many times. I know I’m not a perfect person, in aesthetics nor morality, but I know I deserve more than what I am handed. I’m going to spend a nice weekend in. Alone....
“True, in our corruption we possess beauties unrevealed to ancient times:...”
– Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
ATTN: Seeking girls (haha!)
Seeking girls of preferably light-skin color. No offense, but what I need you girls for requires a lighter complexion.
I’m working on perfecting my black-box makeup on the eye. Aka, making straight edged, polygons on peoples faces using nothing but non-porous, dark pigmented colors. It’s been gaining a lot of respect lately, and I’d like to see how do-able I could make it on a...
right.
shegaveuptheghost:
auntnauseum:
shegaveuptheghost:
im currently feeling like im being used. toyed with to be exact. i got told that i look like im ready to snap. i guess all this is finally getting to me.
i want to sit in the rain and stare into the night.
girrrrl. don’t feel that way.
i cant help it nicole. :[
you can. don’t seek affirmation in others. do you, and get happy on...
right.
shegaveuptheghost:
im currently feeling like im being used. toyed with to be exact. i got told that i look like im ready to snap. i guess all this is finally getting to me.
i want to sit in the rain and stare into the night.
girrrrl. don’t feel that way.
“The pillars of Nature’s temple are alive
and sometimes yield perplexing...”
– Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal (Correspondences)
“Jocelyn: [at a board meeting over the April issue] Well… they’re...”
– The Devil Wears Prada (2006)
My jesus. I've astonished myself yet again.
Dear Nicole,
The Admission Office at Mount Holyoke College is posting this letter on ISIS in advance of your official written notification of the Admission Committee’s decision on your application. Congratulations! It is my great pleasure to offer you admission to Mount Holyoke College as a member of the Class of 2014. The opportunity to welcome the world’s smartest and most...
I have a sick obsession.
You see, tumblr, I’ve been battling a vice which has attempted (and half the time, succeeded) at consuming my entire life. This vice is people watching. Such an addictive sport it is - different players, teams, roles, and side-liners. I get an indescribable, under the skin itch that permeates, lingers, augments itself inside of me. A self-impregnation of heightened sense is brought to me on...
I am not a person..
I am a sum. Like two parts water, or two parts rum. I may have no license, and I may have no car, but my words are my vehicles, and they will get me far. I have no likes, I don’t know who I am, I’m simply a product of where my feet choose to land. The pavement is rough against reluctant soles, but this city doesn’t know that I’m the purest of souls. I float out of my mass,...
Partying it up on Saturday and Sunday?
Most definitely <3 I love my friends. And what a way to end a week of hell! Term paper, overdue financial aid papers for Mount Holyoke, and calculus, the perpetual monster that tears my life to shreds. God, do I hate Senior year. If there wasn’t key people, places, and things that keep me sane throughout the day, I’d be a goner. I hate that this year, everyone is overly concerned...
