ड्रीम

My dream:

We were on a mountain. Snowing; it's the middle of summer by the cicadas and heat outside; white everywhere, he tells me. Feigning indifference, and spending the rest of the dream in frozen tears, I wake up and realize that it could be me. I could be her, and everything is my choice.

यूं मान्य

i have way too many options - and my dreams are confusing my direction. every morning i wake up with a completely different plan in mind; it's like spending days in the jungle only to fall asleep, survive the night, and wake up at daybreak with no idea where i am or how far i went the day before.

रेड

the boy i miss.

कैलिफोर्निया गर्ल

~California, photo vignette ~ *by girlie*

होम स्वीट होम

Waking up in LA every morning, the rush of waves like traffic on the 405. The oranges are like tangible dreams, tree picked tangerine sweet and sunkissed like my face and shoulders after a day in Venice.

My nails are painted cherry pink! Watching them sink into the white sand, they look like little red shells. I love it out there. I love the fog in the morning, the cloud of ocean coming into the city like morning rush hour. I love the combination of avacado and cerulean, I love the crazy people on the beach willing to trade philosophy for pot. I love colorful asian print on rich mexican fabrics, the way the mountains encase the shore like the delicate walls of a jewelry box.

It is so far away from home.

विल्ड

sparkletoastie: and we split an apple martini
sparkletoastie: that i don't remember drinking
sparkletoastie: but it was all over us
sparkletoastie: we were sticky
sparkletoastie: hahaha
blondieaf9: hahaha
blondieaf9: that was hilariousss
blondieaf9: we were like soo rowdy

स्मशिंग पुम्प्किंस

Slowly, slowly, rolling like waves, the gentle crash spreading, pulling back, sucking, giving back again. Rushing through me, your kisses mean everything. I close my eyes only to open them to see you watching me. Your light eyes looking into mine, your body next to mine, I forget where one begins and the other starts. Whimpering, Corgan's Adore playing in the background, the sounds that just recently have become familiar to me. I miss your hands, the dragons, our heat as we sleep, I miss everything about you.

लोस एंजेलेस

In the heat of Los Angeles
I want to go, go without a map
Far away, away, I won't get trapped
By the sound, a town, the sun beats down
In the heat of Los Angeles
~ Sugarcult

चेर्रिएस इन थे स्नो

I got my nipples pierced! I love them, it looks so pretty - two pink jewelled cherries in the snow - the deep red against my pale untanned winter skin. The sharp pinch that I craved again after my bellybutton piercing was completely satisfying. I could feel my entire body tingle, my sense of awareness of my body turned on and heightened. As I glanced in the mirror afterwards I could see my lips redden, and a blush begin to spread from my face to my chest. They make me feel pretty. They turn me on, and the slight ache of tenderness that I can feel makes me feel girlish and shivery. I am such a pain slut! hee hee They are a perfect match to balance out my bellybutton ring, all decorating my most sensitive areas.

I can't wait for Red to see them ;)

सुम्मेर सोंग्स

songs i'm rocking out to:

Starlight ~ Muse
Umbrella ~ Rihanna
On the Radio ~ Regina Spektor
Eyes Closed ~ Lena Marlin
Hyper Ballad ~ Bjork
Everything - Buckcherry
Sweet Escape ~ Gwen Stefani

बेत्वीं थे क्लौड्स

Between the drizzle and the sunshine my senses are turned upside down. Sleeping feels like working - clocking in and out, waiting for the second hand to tick over that precise spot, to wake up and count how many hours I have been lucidly dreaming; waking hours feel dreamlike - I'm floating, my sense of time so blurred it translates into my physical being. So many times I've wished for more hours in the day. More time to draw, more time to breathe, more time to wish for more time.

अबाउट अ गर्ल

Things about me ~

*I love summer. My entire body just feels good in the heat, the sun soaking up like happiness, highlighting my hair and giving my skin a gentle golden glow.
*I only like diet pop.
* My favorite color has currently become orange. Deep blood orange, like the color on India print saris, mimicking golden bangle bracelets.
* I actually crave tofu.
* The dark scares me. A childish fear I have never let go.
* My favorite art media: light, theater, painting (acrylic and watercolor), prose, collaging/found art, and black and white photography
* My favorite artists are Edward Weston, Bella Pilar, William Carlos Williams, Akira Kurosawa, Hokusai, Magritte, and Brancusi
* I think I'm in love.
* I love cute shoes, but being barefoot is the most comfortable for me.
* same goes for clothes ;)
* Cleaning makes me feel completely happily submissive.
* If I could go anywhere in the world? Japan to see Mt. Fuji, Thailand duing the Songkran Festival, and LA anytime for any reason
* i love kissing ~ soft little warm kisses with flicks of tongue and gently touching hands tracing abstract lines across my neck, shoulders, stomach...
* early mornings are the most productive time of day
* I am unpredictable.

लोस्त इन थे लिब्रर्य

I love going to the library.

I wander, the rows deceptively inviting into a neat mess of undiscovered pages. Each one a little present, opening into a different world. I slip my fingers down the spine, forming the words silently from fingertip to imagination. I am in Thailand, Brooklyn, cityforestoceandesert all at once. The floor softly creaks under my feet, comforting and awakening with each deliberate dreaming step.

I am lost, and completely at home.

लय लेडी लय

Stretched out, laying on blueredgreen blankets, the whirring of the fan diffusing my thoughts, I breathe. His smell on everything, his kisses still on my lips. I taste like him, my smiling mouth bittersweet with giggles and salty tears. His hands suddenly find me, his weight pressed against me, and he kisses me. It feels new every time, and I melt into him.


This morning I wake up, and find my phone beside me. Red plastic connection to a boy far away. Little presses of buttons and he knows I am thinking of him.

I miss him.

व्हो ऍम ई

I am a girl on the edge of heartbreak. Falling in over my head and enjoying the comfort of being surrounded by overwhelming tinges of pink emotion. I wear my heart on my sleeve, can you see it? A cellophane girl, transparent, see right into me. My love is as deep as paint, and pours right through my outline into yours. Remember those days of sidewalk chalk, the rough cement surface encouraging the color to stick?

बंद न्यू ब्लोग

ready. steady. go.