it’s funny when you listen to old favourite songs but they tug at something in you that was different than before.
i am feeling this song so much right now. in that middle class white girl way.
well i had more to say but my dog is being needy. i need to give in to that quick or else she might stop being such a suck for me.
AUDREY IS LOSING PATIENCE;)
definitely one of my favourites.
and can i just say, i think it’s pretty standard to be cheering for the wolf ordinarily anyway…but is it not complete confirmation that he was unjustly murdered after looking at this picture?
maybe if Red wasn’t such a sloot with her pleated mini-dress and suggestive body language, the wolf wouldnt have gotten so wattery mouthed when she came around.
i’d say she really lost out on something magical.
let me tell you, if i was in that situation i would have laid shit out and tried to mend fences.
maybe even developed a long lasting friendship with this,
mother.fucking.talking.wolf.
talk about a rarity.
and who knows, maybe years from then they could have looked back and laughed. maybe they would have had a chuckle about the fact that Red was so brainless that she actually thought there was a convincing resemblance between a wolf in elderly drag and her own grandmother.
but sadly no.
and why?
because bitches be trippin.
same old story.
(Source: suicideblonde, via suicideblonde)
sometimes i can’t believe it ♥
Things used to be, now they’re not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We’ve become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gone for eternity We erased one another
So far from where we came
With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely
— kanye west
As I get older I disgust myself with the strong connection I have to clichéd songs and cheesy life quotes I’ve mocked and injected with my ever present sarcasm.
Okay Joni Mitchell, you and your Big Yellow Taxi might have been on to something all along. And here I thought you were just trying to make a point about paving permits or cab fare inflation.
The worst part about all the repetitive wise words we hear growing up is that despite having them drilled into us, we never listen.
When I was a little girl and having one of my token dramatic episodes, my stepdad would sing to me in the words of the prophet Mick Jagger…
“You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find (you just might find), you get what you need”
This had always annoyed me to such a degree. Maybe because at the time my problems weren’t so much involving love, politics and drugs like in the song, but more or less allowance, sleepovers, or an extended bedtime.
Either way I wish I had absorbed a little more of that nagging wisdom and incorporated it into my adult life, although I’m sure my stepdad would tell you the same thing.
We can all preach, but essentially seem to be lacking in the practice side of things.
Of all the aging terms relating to our backwards and misguided psyches, I have to say that my fallback is definitely only wanting something when I can’t have it.
It is a curse that has followed me from the womb, all the way through my 24 years.
I’ve been a cynical girl for as long as I can remember. Since the days of my hot pink Beauty and the Beast, two piece tracksuit I have been taking things people say with a grain of salt.
Every child is told that the ultimate goal in life is to be happy.
“Cara, it doesn’t matter what you do, as long as you’re happy.”
Since the first time I had heard this concept, it sent my adolescent eyebrow into an extreme cocked position and I thought to myself…sure, what’s the catch.
I quickly learned that the catch is what if we never really know what makes us happy?
What if what makes you happy changes day to day, or sometimes hour to hour? Are we doomed to never really feel confident that we’ve made the right choices?
I wish that someone had been honest with me about this inevitable possibility.
I guess at the time it seemed like, of course i know what makes me happy. What shmuck would be so disconnected from their own mind that they couldn’t possibly know what that was.
Well sadly, I am that shmuck.
I know this because I’m constantly thrown down impulsive and sporadic paths on that never ending search to just find and choose what I want.
I ask myself, who made up this sick and twisted game of wanting even more despite potentially already finding what we were looking for in the first place?
This is not a revelation.
I do not think I am wise because I have asked myself these questions on a daily basis for years.
I am potentially the polar opposite of wise because despite knowing this I am still an emotional psychopath who continually philanders my needs when they’ve already been met.
Why does human nature thrive so heavily on playing the victim?
This is what they should tell all us young masochists.
“Do whatever makes you happy. Although you will never know what that is because there will always be the hope of something better and so you will continually burn the bridge to whatever is making you happy at the time. You will always think you’ve got it the absolute worst. You will know there are starving children in Africa and yet will develop sever anxiety and suffer from panic attacks over not being able to have an up-to-date wardrobe or a salary as big as your best friends who is clearly not as charming, intelligent and witty as you”
Some might call that negative humanism.
I call it being a realist who is at least aware that they should be making out invitations to a lifelong pity-party.
Everything is relative and therefore just as equally devastating despite your race, worldly location or ability to see the proverbial glass half full.
(via laudanumandarsenic)
She said “i’ll throw myself away,
They’re just photos after all”
I can’t make you hang around.
I can’t wash you off my skin.
Outside the frame, is what we’re leaving out
You won’t remember anyway
I can go with the flow
But don’t say it doesn’t matter anymore
I can go with the flow
Do you believe it in your head?
It’s so safe to play along
Little soldiers in a row
Falling in and out of love
With something sweet to throw away.
But I want something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live.
I want a new mistake, lose is more than hesitate.
Do you believe it in your head?
I can go with the flow
But don’t say it doesn’t matter anymore
I can go with the flow
Do you believe it in your head?
♥
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