Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
We’ll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we’ll wish this never ends
We’ll wish this never endsAnd as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insidesDon’t waste your time on me you’re already
The voice inside my head
Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
Posted by WildChild on May 27, 2012
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“Women think of all colors except the absence of color. I have said that black has it all. White too. Their beauty is absolute. It is the perfect harmony.”
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Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
Didn’t know what this would be
But I knew I didn’t see
what you thought you saw in me
I jumped the gun
so sure you’d split and run
ready for the worst
before the damage was doneThe storm never came
or it never was
didn’t know getting lost in the blue
it meant I wound up losing youWelcome to the inner workings of my mind
so dark and foul I can’t disguise
can’t disguise
nights like this
I become afraid
of the darkness in my heart
hurricaneWhat’s wrong with me
why not understand and see
I never saw
what you saw in me
keep my eyes open
my lips sealed
my heart closed
and my eyes peeledMake ash and leave the dust behind
Lady Diamond in the sky
wild light
glowing bright
to guide me when I fall
I fall on tragedy
Posted by WildChild on May 27, 2012
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I want to take you away from everything that makes you crazy.
There are millions of people in this world, but in the end it all comes down to one. I still panic sometimes, forget to breathe, but I know that there’s something beautiful in my imperfections; the beauty that he held up for me to see. The strength that I will never be able to say.
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Posted by WildChild on May 27, 2012
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“We should let this dead guy sleep” Father John Misty
Ex-Fleet Foxes drummer Josh Tillman is one of Sub Pop‘s newest signees, operating under the name
Father John Misty. He’ll release his first album on the label, the Phil Ek-producedFear Fun, on May 1 in the U.S. and through Bella Union in the U.K. and Europe on the same day. Here’s a cut from the new album called “Hollywood Forever Cemetary Sings”, available free from Sup Pop in exchange for an email address.
-Pitchfork
Posted by WildChild on May 10, 2012
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Finally….President Obama “Gay Couples Should Be Able to Get Married”
The great state of North Carolina passed an amendment today that bans gay marriage. As a straight male, I am honestly sickened by this decision. Homophobia is being encouraged. Absolutely ridiculous in my opinion.
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Posted by WildChild on May 10, 2012
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He would fit in really well with my spontaneous dance parties…with my parents…in my kitchen…
Posted by WildChild on May 10, 2012
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Because it’s the halves that halve you in half
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.
Posted by WildChild on May 9, 2012
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“There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.” Simone De Beauvoir
New York. Hm. I grew up in New Jersey but hardly ever crossed the boarder except for Broadway plays and some serious ice skating. I saw all this from large child-like eyes of wonder but never had the chance to go back because my family was always moving. I never was able to absorb the culture from New York, to soak it all in. Luckily, opposed to contrary belief, I did find culture in many cities in the U.S. and around the world. I bounced around a lot, and am doing another bounce. Why not? People I love, friends I trust, and art that inspires is in this squishy city.
After speaking to a multiple friends they tell me…you are ready. The reasoning was simple:
- I am fixated on fashion, art, literature, and music.
- I am moving to the LES
- My go-to shorts are all leather
- I really love my jean jacket
- I doubly love all my leather jackets
- Long hair don’t care
- You are chic grunge
- I chose to dance down the street with my iPod on, yes it’s a nano and I hook it into my shorts
- Talking to 90 year olds makes me feel wiser, so I make lots of friends quite quickly
- I have no problem selling everything but my body to move to this city of ants
- Does anything scare you? You would win survivor.
- I like minimalism and that’s necessary because there’s no way my whole wardrobe is coming with me
- I cannot picture you anywhere but there
New York is the easiest city to be lost in, but I have a very strange feeling this is where I will find myself (hopefully not face down in a ditch).
Everything in New York is a photograph. All the things that are supposed to be dirty or rough or unrefined are the most beautiful things. Garbage cans at the ends of alleyways look like they’ve been up all night talking with each other. Doorways with peeling paint look like the wise lines around an old feller’s eyes. I stop and stare but can’t stay because men always think I’m selling something. Or worse, giving something away. I wish I could be invisible. Or at least I wish I didn’t look like someone they want to look at. They stop being part of the picture, they get up from their chess game and come out of the frame at me, blocking my view.
― Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees
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Posted by WildChild on May 9, 2012
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Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…
I always change my hair, and never have it done by a professional. It’s fun to experiment. The motto is: it always grows back, or you can always cut it off. I have had short, long, bob, layers, bangs, side bangs, etc. My color spectrum really has been diverse especially as of late. Now only if I knew what to do next.
Hair brings one’s self-image into focus; it is vanity’s proving ground. Hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices.
-Shana Alexander
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Posted by WildChild on May 8, 2012
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