Some Drive

Dancing on Shag Carpet

I wish more I knew more people who danced like this.

Again

picture credit: Judy Rogac

Suede

I had a pair of red suede boots when I was 9 and now I have a pair of red suede vans. I♡Elvis

These Days

I feel so hopeful.
-pictures from a despicable tumblr

Colorful Rats

picture by Ibai Acevedo

Do You Like My Pony Tail?

-I could be the subject of your neck tattoo...
---It's overdue!

Fielding the Love

Courtney Love and Noel Fielding.
I love this friendship.

Lechat

-all pictures by Guillaume Lechat

Dust

Cut from Cloth:

I watch you glow like a low tear
shallow and blooming
Miss Everyday-Tasks has been complaining every day now
white.
cream.
cows.
flood.
You are an abstract star span
like stabbing cloth, i miss it everyday now

Real

Plants
As far as I know are still,
Still bending toward the light
And if we dance
Until the heart explodes
It'll make this place ignite
-Andrew V-Dubs.

Am I the only one who thinks Congratulations is an ammmaazzing album?

Glam Glamma

Septum

I would like to see this become popular. It's more subtle than the full out septum piercing with the strange orbs at the end but less subtle than the side stud. If I were to get a piercing I would get this...

¡Cinco de Mayo!

Dolores Del Rio, one of the first silent film actresses to be Mexican.

Bear

Jellies!

I am happy with my jellies.

While It Lasted

Purple tights.....!

Martina Johanna

Response able

Every age is enchanting, provided you live within it. -Brigitte Bardot

Flight

Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is not mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself. -Havelock Ellis

Inside Out

My freshman english teacher "gave me"(I forgot to give it back) a book of poems by Diane Wakoski. The first few months I had it I was both moved and enchanted by it. It was like a book of fairy tales. Some time passed and I picked it up again. Reading her book the second time around was one of the loneliest experiences of my adolescence. It's interesting how your mind can interpret images depending on your disposition.

Inside Out by Diane Wakoski

I walk the purple carpet into your eye

carrying the silver butter server

but a truck rumbles by,

leaving its black tire prints on my foot

and old images the sound of banging screen doors on hot

afternoons and a fly buzzing over the Kool-Aid spilled on

the sink

flicker, as reflections on the metal surface.

Come in, you said,

inside your paintings, inside the blood factory, inside the

old songs that line your hands, inside

eyes that change like a snowflake every second,

inside spinach leaves holding that one piece of gravel,

inside the whiskers of a cat,

inside your old hat, and most of all inside your mouth where you

grind the pigments with your teeth, painting

with a broken bottle on the floor, and painting

with an ostrich feather on the moon that rolls out of my mouth.

You cannot let me walk inside you too long inside

the veins where my small feet touch

bottom.

You must reach inside and pull me

like a silver bullet

from your arm.

My First and Last Violin Teacher

If only I had appreciated him more when I was seven.

Marianne Faithfull and Mick Jagger

Probably one of my favorite couples of all time.

May Second

My name is Camille Bijoux and this is my blog.