falling asleep to gunpowder song
i can’t actually art this is a sham.
Legs in the Mouth (Sundaze)
(bugs of my childhood + something i titled in sims for an author sim. the muse keeps chugging my tea. she also doesn’t fucking exist so i have to do this all myself while half asleep even as my tea disappears.)
Source: www.deviantart.com/art/She-Has-Her-Sources-113515422 but the artist seems to have abandoned her account.
Tender dawn opens over the sky
a curtain of gossamer as thick as gold
a silk worm’s blood
Thinkin’ bout little lightning bugs that dominated summer, the light show circus go on to find better jobs
(caged in bottles)
only the determined light the grass and the walls in the heat of a sleeping sun.
but despite their hard work there
just aren’t enough
to fight the heated lanterns.
to fight outtrick the light.
Thinkin’ bout monarch caterpillars, dark and mottled and wide
dictionary definition
of a caterpillar, harmless
nuisance
hallway intruders.
walls are warm, and sterile
so I threw them out of school so they wouldn’t die starving
Thinkin’ bout dead ladybugs and beating little wings like glittering fire on carpet and on stone and uncomfortable steps and no fear just exasperation.
innocence.
(good luck?)
why you gotta get yourself killed like that. suffocate yourselves
suffocate each other
The nine-spotted moth crashes into grass-studded rock,
bowing
antenna bent and wings spread.
5 Ways to Save Money (Just Stop Feeding Yourself)
Money is importante. Especially now that we have a republican government that will work to keep private industries private and halt the de-privatization of industries that were heading that direction. You’ll need moolah for those days both life and government will overlap in being very unkind. Like a painful menage a tois. FYI, this is probably not a time where you should be stimulating the economy, for your own sake. Read More
Happy Friday!
How to talk about politics at work
Taking a breath
If you’re anything like me, you probably start the day off like this.
Peep the link if you like adorableness.
So today we’re going to work on a breathing exercise.
5 Ways to De-Stress Your Hustle
Subtitle: Maybe if I write this out I’ll take my own advice or something I dunno.
Take your frustrations out on this very heavy cube in Astor Place. Alcohol not included but semi-recommended.
What is: hustling.
Hustling is when you bust that backside and get things done in a fast-paced, excellent way, keeping up energy and pace while doing so. If you rode the New York City subway anytime during the warmer months this year, Vitamin Water had a whole campaign about their difference elixirs supporting your hustle. Casper mattresses support your hustle. In fact, I think the only services not promoting a hard working culture were like, the antisocial Seamless/GrubHub ads and the StreetEasy ads targeting gentrifiers but I digress.
New York City freaking hustles, mmkay. Read More
Penhaligon’s Vaara
Last one of this set. It’s been really fun trying out all of Penhaligon’s interpretations of womans’ fragrance, and I didn’t think I’d like this company anymore than I did but this set was delightful and now I own at least a little bit of 7 of their fragrances, which is crazy! The only other quantities I have to rival it is my number of L’Artisans and Annick Goutals. I love Serge Lutens as well, but I have like nothing sample or FB-wise relative to the number of fragrances I could have.
Alright, no more daydreaming. Let’s get on with the last one, shall we?
Vaara
- Wet: mimosa (the drink), honey, fruit juice, sweet rose
- Dry: sweet rose, peony, magnolia, iris, saffron, honey, sandalwood, resins
Penhaligon’s Iris Prima
Disclaimer: I don’t like iris in perfume. Serge Lutens Silver Iris Mist, while I appreciate it as a lovely work of art, is like huffing Vaseline lotion (the one that comes in the regular cream-yellow pump bottle) and carrots. Tauer’s Lonesome Rider would have hit all my happy spots…if the iris wasn’t so prominent. And so on.
Iris Prima
- Wet: peony, bergamot, carnation
- Dry: iris, suede, violet, peony, bergamot, nutmeg, vetiver
My favorite type of music
my favorite music is the kind that plunges you into the water and forces me through a tunnel,
funneling you into a pool of sharded light that opens up for only me
broken and splintered in parts, and threatening to fall apart on you, but holding itself
together for my flight
or your descent
or my descent
and lifts you by the chest
to throw me into the ground.
Pomelo girl thoughts 