I printed out a slightly edited version of one of the photos taken from when my sisters and I played with makeup for a Tribal Bellydance “look”, and made a collage of it today, did some watercoloring on it as well.
Reblogging from myself ‘caaaaaause I feel like it.
What’s happened this past weekend-
Do I look different?
I was gonna take a picture and post it with this but don’t feel up to it (and remembered how difficult this computer can be about uploading pictures to tumblr).
But do I look different?
Do I feel different?
I do, in a few different ways.
Something happened today, loves.
I don’t like confrontation.
I mean, I’m okay with it.
Maybe I like it.
I just want to read to you a list of how you wronged me, make you admit it and apologize for it, and then be done with this whole ugly affair. I don’t like it, this is stupid.
And I’d totally unfollow your blog if it wasn’t so awesome. I might just unfollow it anyway.
Oh my god, it did look so good though. Fucking beautiful. I wanted a picture and told you so but we both laughingly agreed that it would be better not to.
(Source: quincypunkepisode, via myfoundbeauty)
We went to an old-fashioned soda fountain last week, it was so retro and cute. We didn’t share one (he asked if I’d like to, though) but he did pay, like a gentleman. It was very sweet, very fun.
(Source: classichollywoodforever, via myfoundbeauty)
"Maybe I should just ignore everything. But I like sex. What am I supposed to do, ignore sex? I need sex. I really want to get laid right now- in fact, any time- the desire is insatiable. I don’t know if I’ve made that clear- I really like getting fucked. Who is he anyway? It seems as if all he’s interested in doing is getting his fucking rocks off. But that’s not good enough for me. I could last a whole fucking week if circumstances allowed it. But he’s just like an animal- an ape- he has his stupid half-hour or whatever of fun and then rolls over and goes to sleep and expects me to be satisfied. He’s so darn uneducated. Where’s he coming from anyway? I hope he’s satisfied if no one else is- I don’t see how anyone could be with such a sex-life. What a boring person to go to bed with. I wonder if he’s like that with everyone. I wonder if all men are equally as boring? At least he’s something…. There are other fish in the sea, yes, but he’s the easiest and the safest. I do like kissing him, but sometimes he seems so horribly clumsy. Maybe I’m being too critical- after all, I’m no happy hooker… but maybe someday…
I wanna be fucked on the beach.
Goddamn it I talk like a fucking truck driver. That’s what Monroe says.
He was a truck driver once. I would like to be a truck driver."
the Diary of a Teenage Girl, Phoebe Gloeckner
"It hurts and it still hurts and I’m sure it was the most colorful blood that will ever come out of me. Afterwards, we lay quietly beside one another on the bed. We both still had our jackets on, naked just from the waist down. I drew an “X” on his leg with my blood. He said he couldn’t believe I was a virgin."
the Diary of a Teenage Girl, Phoebe Gloeckner
