Stunner, oh my if i could look like this. another picture of beauty.
Oh yeah, and the academy was right, The artist was a FANTASTIC movie: captivating, rich, unique. A breath of fresh air and a picture of the past. Perfection.
2.28.2012
2.26.2012
114.
Lyrics that explain my life:
Pardon Me He is We Lyrics.
Pardon me for my lack of excitement,
But I’m not entirely thrilled.
Stutter when I talk,
Flail around as I walk,
Yeah the moment’s been killed.
And I’m not good at this no, not all.
I’m not good at this.
I’m a wreck and I know it,
And I tend to show it every chance that I get.
Butterflies in the skies, they just fly on by.
Yeah they’re making me sick.
They don’t flutter about, I’d do without.
All they do is kick.
Mean it truly,
Sincere heart.
Why do you do this to me?
Tear me apart.
It’s my fault and I know it,
And I tend to blow it, no thanks to you.
Its like you sit and you watch me,
You poke and you taunt me, it’s all that you do.
And I’m not fighting that no, not at all.
Just want to be something, a name you call.
The lips you taste just to fall, madly in love.
Mean it truly,
Sincere heart.
Why do you do this to me?
Tear me apart.
I got my eyes set on you,
My heart is burning red.
All of my words come out wrong,
Run circles in my head.
You had me and I melted,
In the palm of your hand.
You know it yes I felt it,
You’ll never understand.
Mean it truly,
Sincere heart.
Why do you do this to me?
Tear me apart.
Mean it truly,
Sincere heart.
Why do you do this to me?
Tear me apart.
And my nails are painted like watermelons, so that's cool. Now i have to study and get my life together!
Happy Midterms, V.
P.S. Dream gods, thanks for the best dream ever last night! If only that could happen in real life... <3
2.17.2012
112
What I wouldn't give to look like this: fabulous and elegant and refined and beautiful of the most acute kind:
An Education: of the world, of so many things begins with a book or a movie, and mine has begun here: in England, in the 60s in the glitz and glamour of a naive school girl who plays the cello and a suave playboy who has a secret life on the quiet suburban streets. I feel a parallel to Jenny: in university exciting the fear outside of my mind: aspiring to inspire others, through my writing and my teaching. I'm weary of the world, and of love--there's no doubt that i've been jilted and jaded in that department *coughcoughmyurl.* But honestly, I'm looking for so much excitement, bouncing back and forth between the academic and the luxurious and the fanciful, and the enriching, and i'm losing my ground quite quickly. I've been losing myself in all this bustle: I mean I act like myself and all my eccentric habits and wild fantasies, but the writer in me, the muse, the inspiration, the want of connection to another has rendered me somewhat alone to trek this delicate and fairly dangerous path: the one that Jenny had walked. And I admit, I take in most of the same pleasures that she does here at McGill: but alright, I admit I'm not as classily dressed and made up, but "I feel old, but not wise"
An Education: of the world, of so many things begins with a book or a movie, and mine has begun here: in England, in the 60s in the glitz and glamour of a naive school girl who plays the cello and a suave playboy who has a secret life on the quiet suburban streets. I feel a parallel to Jenny: in university exciting the fear outside of my mind: aspiring to inspire others, through my writing and my teaching. I'm weary of the world, and of love--there's no doubt that i've been jilted and jaded in that department *coughcoughmyurl.* But honestly, I'm looking for so much excitement, bouncing back and forth between the academic and the luxurious and the fanciful, and the enriching, and i'm losing my ground quite quickly. I've been losing myself in all this bustle: I mean I act like myself and all my eccentric habits and wild fantasies, but the writer in me, the muse, the inspiration, the want of connection to another has rendered me somewhat alone to trek this delicate and fairly dangerous path: the one that Jenny had walked. And I admit, I take in most of the same pleasures that she does here at McGill: but alright, I admit I'm not as classily dressed and made up, but "I feel old, but not wise"
But i'm learning, and i'm getting there.
But can we please oogle some more over how beautiful Rosamund and Carrie look in this movie. My god, they are pleasing to look at, I would spend all my stolen money on them too. And kudos to Carrie's new role in The Great Gatsby opposite Leo, I'm sure that will be amazing, and i'll get to oogle over her some more <3
Oogiling and finding my feet, V.
2.15.2012
111: valentines day
add another 1, and it makes it a wish come true: how about i make that one you.
There's a few things i've learned in the past two days about love, about the world, about valentine's day: about so many things that I find dear in the world, so many things i've shed tears over, so many things to feel for.
Valentine's day
is for suckers and hallmark: that's what they always say
but it's a break from the norm, where love is celebrated
and created
and desecrated,
(but we don't pay much attention to that sort)
we're more in it for the sport.
Of touching,
of feeling,
and nerves, and games,
and whispering names
in the dark of the night
and roses,
and glimmering light.
let's face it: Darcy's not in my field either
so wine and dine, and feel oh so fine
with love of the plutonic kind,
because the day didn't specify romantic,
it just has us buying chocolate
loathing is a self-affliction
of the lonely hearted,
but hey! you have a cat
or a friend
a mom
or a neighbor:
Valentine's day doesn't have to be gooey
it can just be half baked.
So yes, this is a Valentine's Day post: so I might have someone worth pining for; but all that i like to have is a glimmer of opportunity, of hope that maybe this time next year, someone will have their arms around me, as i write poetry and listen to rain and drink tea and listen to the pride and prejudice soundtrack: but for now i'm content on doing such things alone: with my friends, my cookie recipes, and maybe my cat (if i had one..... next year i will) because we all know how tactile things can get after a bottle of wine, eh?
Here's some gooey pictures for your enjoyment!
There's a few things i've learned in the past two days about love, about the world, about valentine's day: about so many things that I find dear in the world, so many things i've shed tears over, so many things to feel for.
Valentine's day
is for suckers and hallmark: that's what they always say
but it's a break from the norm, where love is celebrated
and created
and desecrated,
(but we don't pay much attention to that sort)
we're more in it for the sport.
Of touching,
of feeling,
and nerves, and games,
and whispering names
in the dark of the night
and roses,
and glimmering light.
let's face it: Darcy's not in my field either
so wine and dine, and feel oh so fine
with love of the plutonic kind,
because the day didn't specify romantic,
it just has us buying chocolate
loathing is a self-affliction
of the lonely hearted,
but hey! you have a cat
or a friend
a mom
or a neighbor:
Valentine's day doesn't have to be gooey
it can just be half baked.
So yes, this is a Valentine's Day post: so I might have someone worth pining for; but all that i like to have is a glimmer of opportunity, of hope that maybe this time next year, someone will have their arms around me, as i write poetry and listen to rain and drink tea and listen to the pride and prejudice soundtrack: but for now i'm content on doing such things alone: with my friends, my cookie recipes, and maybe my cat (if i had one..... next year i will) because we all know how tactile things can get after a bottle of wine, eh?
Here's some gooey pictures for your enjoyment!
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