little thousand

givevalentines replied to your post: how to sell your engagement ring in 13 steps we definitely have...

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:10:58 -0400

givevalentines replied to your post: how to sell your engagement ring in 13 steps

we definitely have to hang out

yes. we do for sure.

"step 11. go to three other pawn shops, each packed with old engagement rings inside jewelry cases..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:08:21 -0400

“step 11. go to three other pawn shops, each packed with old engagement rings inside jewelry cases like a shiny graveyard. you’ve never been to pawn shops before. […] you decide pawn shops are the most depressing places on earth. they look and feel like a theatrical venue for dream death. watch a high school kid pawn his trumpet. ponder his reasons.”

- little thousand: how to sell your engagement ring in 13 steps (via soniasaraiya)

sonia, i think it’s normal, really, to feel afraid of an engagement ring. it’s like that saying the only sane reaction to an insane world is to be insane? like, if you have to get married (which at this point i’m not advising to anyone) spend that money on…anything but a bullshit status bobble.

how to sell your engagement ring in 13 steps

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:54:15 -0400

step 1. agree with yourself previously that this will be the saddest thing you’ve ever done. even though you never wore your engagement ring because it always made you very uncomfortable and its been sitting in a fireproof box in your closet for four years.

step 2. look at it. remember how weird and archaic it felt to be given a jewel to wear to distinguish you from non married females. remember the time in blockbuster when you were running your hand along the movies, not reading the titles but watching the changing color of the stone in the light.

step 3. take some pictures of yourself with the ring. incase you want to remember you had it one day? i guess? proof of some sort? you look and feel as weirdly detached from it as you always have, as if you are two things from two separate worlds never meant to be put together.

step 4. read a fucking ton of warsan shire poetry. like two hours worth. and listen to her reading her poetry out loud (i’m beginning to think all poetry should be read out loud and posted to soundcloud).

step 5. talk to an irish guy named bobby who owns a pawn shop near your apartment. he tells you to bring the ring in but not to expect much; you tell him not to worry.

step 6. get dressed. going through your clothes, think; where are those pants with the hole in them? wear those pants for some, unfathomable, reason.

step 7. walk to the pawn shop listening to lana del rey paradise. be happy that she released another album for summer of 2013, so the lana del rey summer of 2012 can extend, perhaps, infinitely.

step 8. go through a part of town where the women normally adhere to a strict religious covering their entire bodies. get briefly hassled by a man on the street. zip up your hoodie to your chin.

step 9. bobby thinks you could get a better deal elsewhere. “i got a pile of sapphires in the back you wouldn’t believe,” says bobby, “what am i going to do with these things?”. you nod sympathetically, you only have one sapphire to unload and it feels like a lead weight. another guy at the jewelry counter looks at the ring and says, “i’m getting a divorce too.” you reply, “there must be something in the water.” it’s the most meaningless statement you could possibly make but you and this man both laugh, happy to share this terrible thing with some other human.

step 10. walk home. it rains. your toms get soaked through. have a cigarette.

step 11. go to three other pawn shops, each packed with old engagement rings inside jewelry cases like a shiny graveyard. you’ve never been to pawn shops before. you grew up inside a rotating variety of BMW and lexus. there is still so much you don’t know about the world and you are slowly finding it out by fumbling through life’s halloween funhouse; closing your eyes, sticking your hands into bowls and jars, guessing what’s inside. you decide pawn shops are the most depressing places on earth. they look and feel like a theatrical venue for dream death. watch a high school kid pawn his trumpet. ponder his reasons.

step 12. take the highest offer (which is nothing. when i write a book of marriage/divorce tips, one of them will be to remember that engagement rings are a racket and are essentially pointless shiny rocks sold for 10x their worth, all anyone cares about is melting down your gold). watch someone at pawn america zip your ring up in a plastic bag and throw the box away. you’re trying to be cucumber cool but you’re shaking slightly as you turn to leave, you feel as if you’ve gone pale, like a woman in victorian times. you didn’t know it would feel this way, that your pain would be a drop in the fucking bucket. ordinary. another glistening headstone in the graveyard. you live in an ocean of horrible things among which you are hardly noticeable.

step 13. use some of the money to go see the great gatsby. have a dream later that you’re having a threesome with gatsby and daisy. after you’ve been fucked, gatsby/leo comes after you with an syringe of carrot juice saying he’s going to inject it into your womb so you have mutated babies. he chases you around the hotel room. you try and run away but the room is so small that you’re bumping into the furniture and hurting your legs. you’re frightened. daisy has evaporated. you discover a syringe of your own, with a weird orange liquid inside it, on the bedside table and begin to threaten leo with it. you’re in a stalemate, each with a syringe, each not wanting to be injected. you, the you observing the dream you, wonder how this dream got so twisted.

i will never, ever, ever be tired of the MMM jewel mask. never....

Sat, 18 May 2013 14:14:57 -0400

i will never, ever, ever be tired of the MMM jewel mask. never. my entire tumblr feed could be nothing but the jewel faces and i would be content.

simulated:

“Le Jour Glam Le Plus” photographed by Wendelin Spiess for Elle France January 2013

"I avoid speaking your name in conversation, throwing it to the air as if it were nothing more than..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 14:13:36 -0400

“

I avoid speaking your name in conversation,
throwing it to the air as if it were nothing
more than an assumption of you; it is my last
mode of defence. The last item of clothing
to discard before I realise I’m naked in public.

Because they can hear it in my voice. I know.
Even in that one short syllable that means
everything and nothing; your name is as common
as you are rare. As easy as you are not.
As simple as love should be, but never is.

But when I’m alone, I tie my tongue softly
round the familiar sound, as if pronouncing
with conviction the phonetics of desire
will cause time to pause just long enough
for the earth to hear me naming my loss.

”

- Tania De Rozario, A Hundred Ways To Say Your Name (via kitty-en-classe)

this looks like dragon girl to me. nars matte velvet lip pencils...

Sat, 18 May 2013 14:12:56 -0400

this looks like dragon girl to me. nars matte velvet lip pencils are the most amazing lipsticks in all of lipstick land. and dragon girl is their queen red.

makeupartistsmeet:

NARS

mignonette: Laugh, Clown, Laugh - 1928

Sat, 18 May 2013 10:00:40 -0400

mignonette:

Laugh, Clown, Laugh - 1928

kitty-en-classe: How could I know you fit my body like a...

Fri, 17 May 2013 23:56:12 -0400

kitty-en-classe:

How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me.

― Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour

marguerite duras is one of the best writers that ever lived imo.

my sister cuts to the chase

Fri, 17 May 2013 10:00:51 -0400

me: i need to talk to you about my domestic difficulties.

bo: oh, why? do you not like sharing an apartment with your soon to be ex-husband?

"I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours."

Fri, 17 May 2013 10:00:51 -0400

““I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.””

- Rudy Francisco (via rem-cycle)

gems/tattoo ideas garnered in therapy

Thu, 16 May 2013 20:18:04 -0400

doug: remember that the true definition of craziness is trying to hyper control everything all the time.

me: i need a tattoo that says that.

doug (later): so when you become an adult and that need to seek out the negative so you can attach to it still exists, you need to remind yourself this is an out dated model from your childhood that no longer serves you.

me: how can we shorten that statement into tattoo length? second tattoo of the session! you're on a roll, doug!

sisterwolf: Mommy and me

Thu, 16 May 2013 13:00:36 -0400

sisterwolf:

Mommy and me

sisterwolf: Flowers

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:30:36 -0400

sisterwolf:

Flowers

sisterwolf: Androgyny - Tamy Glauser This is that same model...

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:30:01 -0400

sisterwolf:

Androgyny - Tamy Glauser

This is that same model from the fifth element with a dragon tattoo on her skull.

is this sexy or sad? both?

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:00:30 -0400

is this sexy or sad? both?

mathemattsmith: Martha Wainwright, “Proserpina” I shall turn...

Thu, 16 May 2013 00:30:41 -0400

mathemattsmith:

Martha Wainwright, “Proserpina”

I shall turn every field into stone
Where I walk crying alone

I loved Greek mythology as a kid and the myth of Persephone was always my favorite, because I was goth even then. This song makes it even darker and sadder and more beautiful.

"That’s the anguish of [writing]. Do this book, or die. You have to go through that."

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:58:24 -0400

““That’s the anguish of [writing]. Do this book, or die. You have to go through that.””

- James Baldwin (via theparisreview)

I have an iPhone in a waiting room today so. Here's a quote.

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:56:07 -0400

You know when you finally complete a draft of your manuscript? And you email all your friends? And pop a (cheap) bottle of champagne? And break into that little happy dance? It’s a wonderful feeling…
…until you realize that the party’s only just begun, because—yes—now it’s the dreaded revision. “Revision feels like the scene in Castaway when Tom Hanks’ character has to knock out his own bad tooth.”

soniasaraiya: but really Samesies. I like them even more on...

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:50:51 -0400

soniasaraiya:

but really

Samesies. I like them even more on the show than I did in the books; and I liked them ALOT in the books.

gilsonic: Heed the prophecies.

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:48:35 -0400

gilsonic:

Heed the prophecies.