Antique Fashion Plate Print Masquerade Costume Party Ball Masked Couple
I can’t stop sobbing because I just found out that I got my medical withdrawal from spring 2018 approved after like 5 months of waiting and like, I’m going to the financial aid office tomorrow morning before I open my store to try and fix my debt and all the holds on my account that’s preventing me from going back but like it’s the single biggest thing that’s prevented me. I might still owe $2000 before I can go back, but I doubt it and also I work full time, I know I can manage to make payments and take a single class next semester. I GOT MY FOOT IN THE DOOR FINALLY. I can’t stop crying I worked so hard and I suffered so much and grew so much more. Like, I know I can handle it all, and I know what I want to do and I know my worth now and I can do it I’m just so nervous for tomorrow idk how I’m gonna sleep but I did it oh my goodness. I actually have to go buy the little black backpack I’ve been eyeing from walmart for months I can’t contain myself I’m so fucking happy. I’m trying not to count my chickens before they hatch because I might not get to go till later this year, but like. it seems so near, so near.
Zoe Dewitt lecture on occultism in Post-Industrial music. Love her!
Frida Kahlo (Mexican, 1907-1954)
Frida’s plaster corset with a hammer and sickle (and unborn baby), circa 1950
Dry plaster and mixed media
Bruh….. I’m gonna see the Magic Flute at a Masonic temple on Friday night, and this outfit was supposed to be inspired by the Queen of Night, but actually I decided to just be a vampire and STUNT on everyone so… 💁🏽♀️⚰️
Cover of “The Poet’s Offering,” an 1850 “gift book” from my personal collection. It contains verses organized alphabetically by subject.
Binding is black leather, embossed and elaborately gilded.
What I mean to say is Buenas Noches sounds like magic I guess. It’s always had in its syllables like…. I guess an amazing mystery to it. Idk if that makes sense but when the man I met on the street said Buenas Noches, I immediately started seeing in my mind, cornerways, and night skies with stars peeking above buildings. That’s how the words feel too. If that makes sense? Idk I just felt transported.
Ah, young love….
“‘Roads’ isn’t always the appropriate term: sometimes these are caravan routes, sometimes mule paths, or mountain passes, or nothing more than a line of tire tracks, barely visible in the desert. We’re talking about roads only in their capacity to lead far away, piercing through worlds, infinitely far– so far that, occasionally, one loses hope of them having a real destination. They’re wonderful to follow– trains and planes won’t get you this sense of being lost in the middle of it all” (Bleu Immortel).
THANK U for all the Annemarie! I feel like… she’s getting more and more popularity online lately and I hope it means someone makes a dumb biopic about her in English by 2020.