chelsea dagger

My eyes are basically a coal mine this time, cause we had this school theatre thing and I was supposed to bring out my inner rebel impression. Later I stayed like that, in a flower child gown, so you could've throw me in some '70s time frame, feed me something not necessarily (i fucking spelled that right i'm so proud of myself) legal and voila, you just raised your own hippie. Like those dinosaurs that were like growing out of sponge. I really hope I'm not the only one that gets that one because otherwise I'll be suspecting that someone already started the hippie growing process and imperceptibly drugged me. Oh boy.
And the background is pretty trippy and artistic&dirty stuff today, the kind of place in the city that is some kind of sophisticated culture hidden centre in the daylight and when the sun goes down it smoothly transforms into more of a fucked up rave-ish den.
wait that's exactly what happens

someone said you was asking after me
but I know you best as a blagger
i said tell me your name, is it sweet?
she said 
my boy 
it’s dagger


death is a girl

I feel like I've been everywhere but here because I just have so many stuff both to do and on my mind that my blogging adventure was kind of suspended. But hey, I'm back.
For now.
I guess.
So now to sound like a total diva: I was wearing this while going to the screening of movie in which, of course, I had the starring role.
I was also wearing this half of an hour later when I was trying to melt into the seat because I suddenly realized how much everything around us was... not exactly our league. But I'm still pretty sure we nailed that shit.
And if anyone wonders why am I looking kind of high it's simply because I was
wearing no eye makeup
and what have y'all motherfuckers thought I was going to say
As I'm working 28/7 shifts lately aka school/job/life/killmepls I'm going to bed because my mind slowly refuses to create things that make sense.
Night night.

pics by http://bentesikyme.deviantart.com/
I'm not afraid of the light,
I never wanted to die
I want to live in a world where there's only one day

Death is a girl and she's only one dance away



So two things everybody:
1) I was wearing almost head to toe cute colorful pastels
2) I was also wearing trousers
Obviously in order to maintain my hardcore bitch look when dressed like a cupcake I spilled some black stuff on my face. I feel like I'm going into my eccentric roots lately; I can pretty much read that from my mom's eyes, so I guess that's not meant to be doubted.
I'd like to make an update on my life but I still have legitimately no clue about what's going on. There's this thing called 48HFP, I did it with some of my friends and even though it was pretty obvious we're not going to win because we are totally amateur it was so much fun; BUT it also means that I haven't slept like the whole previous weekend. And the whole week before. And after. So no matter if I get some hours of sleep right now, the tiredness is still living inside my bones and if I fall down, I'm probably going to stay there and sleep. To be honest I prefer that from doing nothing special, cause having so much stuff to do makes me feel like I'm not falling into the daily routine and that's the thing I'm really afraid of.
Also lately I'm afraid of overdosing caffeine. 
So I'm having a lot of fun, the weather is pretty, school is weird because literally no one gives a fuck about it, both students and teachers, my mind is getting messier and messier but I kind of like the thrill of all those issues that should be solved.
Situation normal, all fucked up. I learned that by finding a sticker on facebook that said "SNAFU" and I was like, hey, that's so Raven. I mean me. Whatever.

Another day, another tale of rape 

Another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate 
I’m not the only one who finds it hard to understand 
I’m not afraid of God 
I am afraid of man 

How could we expect anything at all? 
We’re just animals still learning how to crawl