skin

i can smell you on my skin.

a king of all kinds

a crown of black skies hides behind a hairline

the thrills of the thunder encased by a flick

or a flinch of a lash trimmed lid

no better than us with those words you spin

blind in the day to a brighter night and a pitiful

excuse for tomorrow.

you see what you want but the king sees it all

and what you call blood runs colourless

and clear as your skin sheds pages like a scaly

infection

infectious

now i'm just rambling.

oh well, worth a try.

mickey mouse sunglasses

i've always had a thing for them.

older is better

but i don't want a new year, i liked this one

shorter than your skirt

emma watson, ashlee simpson, mia wasikowska, and alice glass.
and don't they look so much prettier for it? i think so. they look grown up. except you gotta have the bone structure for it, so i've heard. and what are the chances in that? i mean, ashlee had to get a new nose to pull it off, but i suppose it is possible.

ten things i could do with my time:

1. dye the shit out of my hair

2. continue to wrap presents

3. listen to my new cocorosie album

4. cut all my hair off

5. paint my nails

6. pluck my eyebrows

7. put on a ton of makeup and play dress up by myself

8. unpack my suitcase

9. bake christmas cookies

10. write a letter to no one

here's a hint, i'm opting for 1, 4, 6, and 10.

here's to:

the cheesiest christmas parties

the best staged photos

and the most amazing friends i'm proud to know.

always.

not much to do on a thursday night

except for watch the kitty attack her christmas presents

she somehow always manages to make me smile.

always.

shake

this feeling in my gut

this uneasy feeling

just won't shake away.

rediscovering my past

quest for camelot + fern gully = childhood (and respect for nature)

just brainstorming

how to make this the most amazing anniversary present yet. i mean, i haven't finished christmas shopping or anything...but i don't really work in order.

so on my way to being a mom

i love short haircuts, turtlenecks, and lace up boots. Tuxedo ties, blouses, and riding pants. Oh and did i mention the colour green? Rich forest green at least.

dis is me, dat is you

dis is what happens when you lick my eye.

couldn't help myself

kittens make me warm inside

KITTENS!

i'm getting you this for christmas.

23 (years old together)

when its all over, i'm gonna write you a story.

happy 23. :)

oh the good ol' days

before emo changed it's definition.

formal badass mom-esque version of a riding boot

leather and spandex, you've never made my legs look so thin.

so i need a job

here are the requirements:

- located in toronto

- i don't need to have a completed degree

- involves fashion, art, or both

- will hire me full time during peak seasons, and part time during school year, or is temporary/freelance

any ideas?

screw art school:

feathers, and makeup, and glitter, Oh my!

i see a new profession down the tunnel of adulthood...

if you want something done right...

not quite what i was looking for

less than what i had in mind

a torn idea; picture perfect

i guess i'll just have to keep looking

...i guess i'll just have to do it yourself.

don't worry, it'll be great, it'll be worth it, at least i really exceptionally hope so. or at least that you like it.

the good ol' fashioned way

in 24 hours, this is where we will be. finding the perfectly oddly shaped asymmetrical tree.

ps: i hope there's snow.

lights

i'm excited to see her back in her natural habitat.

and for a cutesy date night.

myself included

maybe no one realizes,

but this is hard on me too.

maybe even harder than you think.