suffragette city

I was a redhead for three years, and not only my hair was orange/ginger/scarlet/anything like that, but I also dyed my brain to acknowledge that this is how I naturally look and I was born like that (not quite, but close to the impression I have).
But I was getting a little bit bored, the "I just want to fuck some shit up" kind of bored; and when my mom found me silently staring at all the brown shades in the store, she gave me the "go for it" nod and thaaat's what happened. I think I'll go back eventually, but hey, adventure! 
Also this is like the top highest level of minimalism for me, so I guess that means I'm really classy and sophisticated bitch right now. Or maybe I would be if I didn't swear like a sailor. Ayeee.
January was a pretty emotional month because of David Bowie's departure back to stars; he was one of very few people that I may call an idol, and he is a never ending inspiration; an essence of Art. A man who was never afraid of crossing and blurring the borders and who was a pioneer of the search for a true identity, outside of any possibly given norm. And he's probably exploring the universe right now, trying to come up with an answer to is there life on Mars question.
I can't really put into words how much I appreciate him.

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Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket 
I'm back on Suffragette City 


love someone else

It's 2k16 and I guess it's like, Facebook official, so really serious and it may be the 'it' thing for like a year or so, so get ready.
I totally fucked up the 'new year new me' deal as I dyed my hair in December and I don't even look like that anymore but I'm lazy so this is belated both as fuck and as usual.
Right now there is snow everywhere and I can only fantasize about not dying while taking off a jacket outside; it happened yesterday and it's some really pretty picturesque shit, but I can't wear leggings AND pants on daily basis. I mean, no. That's too much.
2015 was a great year, I feel like secularly blessed or some kind of thing. I'm thinking of setting some realistic goals for this year, like maybe if I used time that I waste on worrying about things to actually do them and by that solve the problem, that would be great. And I'm about to finish high school which is good, as there is no point in dropping about at this point anyway, things have gotten to far.
About this place, maybe I'll get on it more often, like the good old days (quality over quantity ekh ekh am I right??), but I have a ton of things to do, like passing my finals so I'm not sure. Fingers crossed I guess? We'll see.
So as the whole thing was supposed to be about my fashion choices, let's get to it - I basically wore it because I was told it's not going to look good, and I know how to treat a challenge - accept it no matter what because I'm not a chicken (whaddup back to the future reference). So I borrowed my mom's jeans and became the ultimate neo grunge kid (is that even a thing?) covered with layers because I love layers more than winter jackets. Case closed, see you around.

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she likes to taste the danger, makes her feel complete
but he don't wanna listen anymore
he wants to be a bigger dog instead of your whore
he's spending your infatuation spending too much
instead of playing gigolo and taking his cut


tear you apart

"No, mom, I'll never wear black or pants. Like, ugh"
In my own face, I guess, once again.
And I bought those ninja kimono trousers simply because I was feeling blue. That's how you adult, right?
So this one is from some time ago, I'm talking like almost 3 months time ago. Ah, the times when I could stay away from few jackets at the same time and freezing to death at the same time. Good ol' days. And as I dyed my hair lately I already adopted some kind of nostalgia looking at those. Or maybe I just somehow became 80 due to some spacetime turbulence, I guess we'll never know.
Christmas is right around the corner and this year I got super excited about getting presents and it makes me behave like an acid addicted squirell at times and boy, I love that. I also love eating gingerbreads, but I have discovered that my family has been putting them on higher and higher shelves; am I being banned from happiness here or what do they mean? I'm still taller than all of you, just so you know. Don't try me.
My mom called this look Chinese government official outfit and I think that's it. So enjoy
P.S. I wore those shoes non stop about the time those pics were taken because my feet decided to revolt against anything-but-flat, so I took a break from higher shoes for a while anyways. Then my dad kind of accidentaly ran me over when I was getting out of the car and I somehow managed to get away only with a minor injury on my leg. So I think my Hogwarts letter really got lost in a mail as I'm obviously blessed with some kind of power.

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I want to hold you close
Soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart

Then he walked up and told her,
Thinking maybe it'd passed
And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance
Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there
Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do
Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school
But their lips met, and reservations started to pass
Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last