random eating at my skull
Ridiculous sparkle nail polish and a tattered indian belt. I’m feeling so under the weather, so resting is my new companion. My niece turns 5 tomorrow, so there’s a party today; princesses. My cat has swagger and likes to sleep with his legs all sprawled and gut hanging out, and I believe he thinks he’s cat sexy. Dillemma at the store involved choosing a naked bev over a pink garden gnome. I want to dye my tips blue. Daniel tried to strangle me in the car durring the sublime lyric, “the tension is getting harder, i’d like to hold her head under water”, he did not succeed because there’s no water in my car. Duh. I’m going to hopefully find an iced chai and my lover at some point today; but for this moment, I’m going to have a starring contest with Penn Penn.
(via inspirart)
life:
A half-century ago, on a spring night in New York City, 35-year-old Marilyn Monroe — literally sewn into a sparkling, jaw-droppingly tight dress — stood in a spotlight on a dark stage. She took a breath, began to sing — and 15,000 men and women who filled the old Madison Square Garden that night knew, simply knew, that they were seeing and hearing something that they would never, ever forget.
The song, of course, was “Happy Birthday,” and Marilyn’s breathy, intimate rendition — sung, as if the two of them were utterly alone, to President John F. Kennedy — has been celebrated, analyzed and lovingly parodied countless times in the five decades since that indelible performance.
LIFE’s Bill Ray was there — and now, we present a set of unpublished from that unforgettable night.
Running at dusk and just waiting for the sky to open up. I can feel the little drops flirting on my face every so often, but the rain wasn’t here yet. I’m running and running, waiting and waiting. I stop in the road and wait. Turn off the ipod, take off my tattered shirt, and i wait. My hands are twitching, and i can see the lightening coming towards the still lake. Mumbling; take me, take me. Waiting and wanting. Just wanting to be swallowed and forgotten, to be pulled away and whipped around. The sky opens up, and i run fast against the impossible wind. The wind whips me everywhere, actually throws me to the ground. Screaming against the winds agression, knowing i hold much more anger. Thunder and lightening, rain and the wind. Just come and get me. Take me, take me.
(Source: quinnfabr4y, via starkidappreciationblog)
(Source: summer-salts, via loveyourchaos)
(Source: theohpioneer)
