I have wanted this dress for a while, was disappointed to get it and find the bottom was a weird satin :/ Which is fine, some people like satin, but it makes me feel like im wearing a costume or I really hate it when its sewn in with cotton (the top).

I found this little card of St. Michael on Satan's back laying in the driving-path of the cemetery. I love windchimes in cemeteries. I recently bought an iron grillwork pole and a windchime for my mother's grave. Everytime I pass one I stop to listen to it's particular song.
I recently watched pans labyrinth so I expect that the next few photosets I do will be tree and wood orientated.

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I'll probably delete this, I've been so apathetic about photography and uninspired, this is probably the most boring set of photos ive ever uploaded but I wanted to upload them anyway because it's been a month since I've dragged myself outside and tried doing anything for a photo that wasn't an outfit shot. I had some idea about baby powder and one photo came out decently (as in, you can even see the powder) and the rest are just idk, why even take them. I need fresh ideas for things. I need to watch whimsical movies and get inspired. A musicbox of Lucifer rallying the angels after his fall c/o Dore's illustrations for paradise lost & a doodle Im working on of princess nuala from hellboy2.

mollys lips

How fantastic are these mary janes from Demonia? Ill put up a good outfit photo next week sometime but for now, webcam joy! I think there is a sweet 4' platform on these babies. All I want to do is wear slinky, thin-strap party dresses with these and daisies in messy updoes and bright red lipstick and 90s-this thing all the way through summer. (I want a clear backpack and a tamagachi and ring pops and a cassette player to listen to incesticide on). Sorry for all of the SI, just one of those weeks, my fellows. Other than that! Things. I painted my poe with oil paints - it was my first oil experience and despite the droopy eye and general horribleness I feel okay with it. And a LokiDoki I was working on with watercolors, finished the night sky behind him first. A friend asked me for a straight on, unphotoshopped photo where my skin isnt as white as the bride of dracula, and here it was. Which is all well and fine but I prefer my blown out webcam photos where the tim burton circles under my eyes are given due respect! I dont know, i feel like faces are so borring sometimes. Collected spiders from crypts, to identify.

It's really hard to look at this kind photo of yourself as a woman and not have ten million body issue phobias scream through your head, and I hate that. I hate that that is what I notice in photos more than I notice anything else, or "I should not have sat that way" because it isn't a flattering or stretching pose and how stupid is that mentality? I shouldn't have sat that way. It really slays me as an intelligent, fairly easy going woman. I take responsibility for 99% of who I am as a person - but I could watch the world burn for what the media has done to me as far as self-image goes. That being five pounds over double digits right now in weight has me feeling as if there is an entire section of my wardrobe I cant wear and i know it's stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid but years of brainwashing does that, even to people who know better. It's a sensitive topic and I try to keep my blogspot pretty light but when I take a photo like this and I feel real dread looking at it and feel the need to explain myself - this post started out explaining why I look so bottom heavy here, the skintight skirt without stretch, the socks being too tight, the angle, the scrunch, boots that add no length to my legs, and I stopped and felt really ashamed of myself. I even thought about trashing the photos and not uploading them and I thought, really, do I hate myself so much? It's truly cruel what the world turns us into, and what the world has us thinking and dwelling on. I don't have the time to finish the vampire cronicles but I have the time to sit here and try to figure out a way to cut more from my already restrictive diet. The blithering ridiculousness of it.

Also the SI, I should note, is something I am comfortable posting because it isn't an emotionally-tied act, it's just something I do because I like pain and the subsequent scarring. I have a big, big, big love affair with scars. It hurts my feelings when people treat my SI photos as something taboo or ugly or something they have to comfort me over - I am never happier than when I have some to upload and I think they are just beautiful, from beginning to end. It also hurts my feelings that flickr restricts SI photos. Anyway, these are my first SI's with my 50MM lens and I thought they were dreamy ;)

It is impossible for me to make an outfit out of pants, everytime I wear one/photo it I am jut so beside myself with the failure. Anyway, LOOK AT THAT BACKGROUND IMAGE :D new ring, tat.