One day at music festival in summer is, obviously, enough time to wake one up from the fashion creativity crisis; and when it comes to me, I'm kind of like go big or go home.
So that is why I have plastic crystals glued to my face. And I'm overall on the colorful side. Funny thing about the dress, actually, I've wore it once before and later that day I realised that it was exactly a year ago from the time I wore it again (and when those pics were taken). I even forgot I had it.
Plus one more thing about the outfit; I'm pretty sure that I can own an infinite amout of shoes and end up in docs everyday. I got those for like 5$ at the thrift shop (talk to the hand, Macklemore) and we're best friends. It's like I'm looking badass and feel like I'm wearing a pair of your moms slippers at the same time.
Something hit me when I was adding those pictures. I don't feel the need to edit them as I did before; it was never like hard photoshop shit changing my features or anything like that, but lately I'm basically putting them here almost candid. So what if I have some pimple or a scratch or so what if I have bags under my eyes stating that I haven't got enough sleep in like a year (that's ok though, viva la vida. Somehow I was always aware with how we are exposed to the artificially created image of a perfect human, but it never really bothered me because I knew it wasn't real. And as I got older I became more and more confident (as I already wasn't a self centered modesty queen) and learned to accept things as they are; not in some crazy maniac glorifying flaws way, but still. I think that's pretty healthy.
So that's about it for now, I'm leaving to Berlin tomorrow so I guess I should pack some stuff or something. I never do that in a normal way, usually I get overexcited in the middle of the night just before the departure and throw stuff around. Yeah. Cheers.
I'm totally going to ignore my absence (3 weeks, what the fuck).
I feel like my life lately has been that kind of movie when a director starts hundreds of plots and then is like nah forget that one we're so moving on!
And everything is on like 1.25x speed. Not much, but enough to also create a place for few hours of dying aka I'm so tired that I'm trying to use the power of my mind to move things.
It's not going as well as I'd like it too.
So holiday time is on and I actually feel like this is the first time I'm an adult during summer, because my plans are somewhere between "let me grab my backpack and we can go around the world rn" and "oh my fucking god guys PLEASE get yourself TOGETHER we need to know what are we going to do"
And my mom is like "So where exactly are you going to stay?" and I don't answer not because I don't want to, just because I have no clue.
Ahh, the smell of starting to do stuff by yourself. I'm actually going to be legal in like 2 days, so you know, I'm basically old and dying and I want Nicolas Cage to attend my funeral and make a movie out of it.
I think I may be tired and I shouldn't continue with this but I'll do it anyway.
I'm so happy about the marriage case in the US right now, like this is actually happening, we are making history. The thing that should be done long before is already done and now I just hope it'll become a standard for a civilized country.
I have a train in something like 6 hours and I'm still kind of away from the idea of going to sleep. Ain't nobody leaving without making sure that the music library is cool. Have I told you guys about the time I dropped my iPod into a sewer drain? So I did that.
I can't fit all of my music on my phone. That's tough. #firstworldproblems
see you in few days (I hope), enjoy your summer, let your milkshakes bring boys to the yard