not dead, a.k.a, alive! witches

Halloo!! This post is very to the point and boring and informative.

I have been very MIA lately, because summer has gotten to me and I suddenly just became very social and awesome! So I have been neglecting my blog. But photos will be coming soon! And more cool posts! And just lots of awesome stuff! So for those who have been visiting, thanks so much it means a lot that you'd take time outta yo day to read my beastly blog!

Hope you are all enjoying summer! And for those of you who don't have summer right now... SUCK IT HAHAHA (jk, I'm actually sending happy vibes to you because i want ter help and sterf.)

So yeah! Quick life like update: I went to my cities Gay Pride festival thing today and it was very fun! I put paint on my face and drew a sun on my stomach and I looked really cool and tribal. I danced a ton and got free stuff and made new friends and a really awesome dude with bleach blonde hair and a pink shirt and just awesome vibes floating around his aura complimented my bowling shoes! He was like "I love your shoes!" and I was all like "Thanks!" Too bad I got blisters. OH VELL. I left early though because I got tired and it took me 2 hours to get home because buses are slow and I walk slow and my feet were hurting and I accidentally got off 3 stops early so it took me really long to walk home. But then I ate a BLT in my room and then I drank some lemonade and watched some TV and then I pooped and then I ate some more and talked to mah fokes and texted my friends and yeah! Life is so average, wuddup! Then these two guys who are a grade older than me at school randomly chatted with me on facebook. It was kinda weird. I admitted to one guy that I was a witch and had psychic powers, and he said he was too! It was crazy. To prove I'm psychic, I will predict your future: I predict that you will now comment on this post and follow my blog and email me about life!

Jamz for summer.

where are the butterflies?

A mish-mosh of my thoughts. Of my brain.

I love butterflies. They are just so simple and beautiful and easy and nice and free. Disgusted by caterpillars... yet a lover of butterflies? The world is a sad place.

SMILE! You're alive!

Poop.

Haven't worn a crown in a while.... a symbol of my seemingly increasing "outfit insecurity?" I hope not. I need to be brave!

The moment when I need to  pee  poop but I'm too lazy to get up.

I feel like life should be easier. I wish the stress and angst and anxiety wasn't a factor in growing up, but at the same time I feel like it's a necessity in order to fully mature and become smarter/cooler/wiser/more awesome. It seems unfair that you're intelligence is tested at school. I think the world is a pretty fucked up place, so I'm pretty dang thankful I live in such a pretty, somewhat surrealistic city. It always feel magical, overflowing with aesthetic pleasures that seem to reference my favorite movies, TV shows, songs, albums, and inspiring people.

Final exams don't test whether a student has learned a semesters worth of material, they test a students ability to memorize all the information they've learned in a semester. STUUUUPIIIIIIDDD.

It's weird how light and shadows transmit images to our MINDS.

Psychedelia.

My bedroom feels empty of a teenage presence.

Those of us who have a deep desire to live in another decade always seem to romanticize all the shit that took place. Like, the 60s, we all love the 60s, but do we love the oppression and objectification of women? Um, no. But we choose to ignore that it was there, ignore it's presence. It's pretty fucked up, but that aspect of "looking through rose colored glasses" is present in everything. We don't want to acknowledge the bad, upsetting crap, so we ignore it. It's a pretty bad habit, actually. You can't forget the horrible stuff that went on in days/months/years/decades past. Because you need to be aware of the horrible stuff, in order to grow, mature, learn, and appreciate all the greatness that goes on, and it's important to remember. You can't ignore the fact that the Holocaust happened, and that innocent people were MURDERED and KILLED and SCARRED EMOTIONALLY AS WELL AS PHYSICALLY. You can't ignore it, and you can't pretend it's not there, or that it didn't happen, because those people who went through that crap deserve to be remembered, and their suffering deserves to be recognized, which sounds weird, but it's true. They suffered so you could live a better life. The Holocaust was horrible and evil and makes me want to cry when I really think about it/read about it, but in some ways, didn't it almost have to happen? Or didn't something like it HAVE to happen? Because if it didn't, or if something like it didn't happen, we probably wouldn't have the laws that protect us against that stuff today. We all romanticize the stuff we don't want to be there, or the stuff we don't want to hear. We choose to ignore the stuff that upsets us, or convince ourselves it's less of an issue. Even in small things, like that snarky comment you said to your friend; you feel guilty, but you convince yourself they didn't hear, or they didn't care, you romanticize the moment so you can feel better. This ends it on a weird note... pretty narcissistic.

Nuns are pretty cool. They just intrigue me. Especially those awesome rebel nuns.

I think my style is gravitating toward a soft/whimsical/fairy-esque feel, which is bothering me? I feel like my style is.... labeling me? Is this weird? I just don't want to LOOK like a soft little bubblegum fairy. But at the same time, everything I put on just SCREAMS FAIRY. I like it, but I also don't...