la la la life is good again

when i was 12 i wanted to be debbie harry

and i still do.

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a poem for laika

first the dog

by zbigniew herbert

to Laika

so first the faithful dog will go
and after it a pig or ass
through the black grass will beat a track
along it will the first man steal
who with iron hand will smother
on his glass brow a drop of fear

so first the dog honest mongrel
which has never abandoned us
dreaming of earthly lamps and bones
will fall asleep in its whirling kennel
its warm blood boiling drying away

but we behind the dog and second
dog which guides us on a leash
we with the astronauts’ white cane
awkwardly we bump into stars
we see nothing we hear nothing
we beat with our fists on the dark ether
on all the wavelengths is a whining

everything we can carry on board
through the cinders of dark worlds
name of man scent of apple
acorn of sound quarter of colour
should all be saved for our return
so we can find the route in an instant
when the blind dog leading us
barks at the earth as at the moon

i like......

......the occult, old cameras, lace, glitter, reese's peanut butter cups, serial killers, studded clothing, long hair, birds, death iconography, flowers, antique tea cups, praying mantises, cross-stitching, cold weather, ankle socks, dreams, safety pins, cigarette holders, backseam tights, beehive hairdos, winged eyeliner, chunky glasses, tea, photobooths, crucifixes, bleached hair.


(half of those things make me sound like a grandma, and the other half like a goth. trust)

raw power

all photos from this beautiful amazing blog

opel

on a distant shore, miles from land
stands the ebony totem in ebony sand
a dream in a mist of gray
on a far distant shore
the pebble that stood alone
and driftwood lies half buried
warm shallow waters sweep shells
so the cockles shine

a bare winding carcass, stark
shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way
dry tears
crisp flax squeaks tall reeds
make a circle of gray in a summer way, around man
stood on ground

i'm trying
i'm trying to find you!
to find you
i'm living, i'm giving,
to find you, to find you,
i'm living, i'm living,
i'm trying, i'm giving

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my top 10 favourite 60s girl group songs

1. egyptian shumba - the tammys

2. you can't hurry love - the supremes

3. walking in the rain - the ronettes

4. leader of the pack - the shangri-las

5. then he kissed me - the crystals

6. you keep me hangin' on - the supremes

7. you came, you saw, you conquered - the ronettes

8. give him a great big kiss - the shangri-las

9. he's a rebel - the crystals

10. iko iko - the dixie cups

goddess

'when i just wrote "this is the end of norma jean", i blushed as if i had been caught out in a lie. because this sad, bitter child who grew up too fast is hardly ever out of my heart. with success all around me, i can still feel her frightened eyes looking out of mine. she keeps saying, "i never lived, i was never loved," and often i get confused and think it's i who am saying it.'
- marilyn monroe

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stuff i was obsessed with in april

doctor who



human teeth rings (they're made in melbourne :D)



holga cameras


elvis costello

christian louboutin studded brogues

this song: