molotov | prague

Obviously in the very exact moment the school year started, I went through the instant transformation from a quite steady train wreck to a devastated train wreck in a blink of an eye (call 987-654-HELP to get on my latest terrific fashion advice on how to dress when all you want to do in the morning is to vomit on your phone when the alarm sets off)
And I'm really serious about that being a wreck; or maybe I should say getting wrecked; or maybe I just skip to being a little bit ran over by a car with my very own loving father behind the wheel. Accidents happen and I was really lucky to get out with only an apple sized bruise on my leg, but can you feel what a story I've got now in my anecdote backpack? That's more me-drama. But actually that shit was pretty scary.
I still got some Prague stuff and here is the most basic look from the all three we shot there, a pretty comfortable one considering it was supposed to survive the temperature going up to Lucifer's resistance threshold. And as we were still making the most out of living in a compact Asia, we, believe me, sushi is literally the best choice if you don't want to starve to death because it's too hot to eat. Plus it's actually always a fucking fantastic choice because it tastes like a food a mermaid mom would give to her children, blessing it with a spell of Atlantis.
I just really, really like sushi.
So I'm not leaving this place (aka the blog), even though it got pretty abandoned lately.
Even that Jesus guy died for some time before he got back to work. Mexicans throw the wildest parties, man.

get out of my way because i can't see straight
let's set this place on fire cause i don't wanna dance


police encounters | prague

About three weeks ago I went to Prague with my nigga; and even though our journey started with the bus arriving one hour late without any explanation, at least this time getting to the hotel was the easiest thing. It was a pretty little place close to the city center and somehow it was inside some asian ghetto part of city. I've had asian cuisine for three days straight; on day one we went to the Chinese restaurant and got a 9 year old waiter that insisted on communicating in his own language casually switching to something that he may have thought was Czech. I, of course, panicked, and almost ordered 4 meals instead of 2 because I found randomly showing pictures on the menu surprisingly accurate.
So I spent the first day of the trip as a beetlejuice grunge fantasy; I almost forgot how my face looks with really dark lipstick and, most of all, I forgot how annoying is leaving purple stains on everything I drink. And eat. I managed anyway.
(there's an ad about going back to school on TV right now; I feel truly sorry for those little ones acting like it's all fun and colorful notebooks. it's more like death and colorful notebooks.)

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why don't you come to Harlem?


da frame 2r

Black became pretty normal and daily thing for me - sometimes even uniform kind of like - but lately I also found it pretty satisfying to wear it in a more androgynous way than before. I mean, really, I wouldn't imagine myself almost make up free, with my hair tied, wearing a loose pair of black shorts and a fanny pack.
Yeah. A fanny pack. Outside of the concert zone. To be honest, this look started as a concert outfit, but I wore it in different versions few times again. I felt pretty gangsta and comfortable at the same time; if it's not a win win situation then I don't know what is.
I just came back from Prague and I guess I'll get on the holiday stuff here soon.
And right now, I'm almost sure the sky is burning because it's not a summer weather anymore, it's a fucking Dante scenerio. I legitimately ate ice cream for as a meal at least three times since yesterday. And once as just ice cream. #noregrets
I'd like to do something productive but I can just focus on inventing ways to shed my skin because it feels like a wool coat in those temperatures (I don't know if I really want to succeed in that though).

They said he looks so handsome
Stood not dancing, 
Drawing you in like it's boring to him
It's a war you can't win and the first and the last are two things you'll never be my darling

Well he sneered and sniffed and spat at my chat up lines
Not to feel like a twat at times, is hard
But not for this kid, not when they come to you