Monday, May 24, 2010
sparkle sparkle shine shine
So much glitter, I almost can't handle it. If I could live my life looking like this, it would MOST DEFINITELY happen. I want to shine so badly . . . but I mean don't we all? Check of Kym Ellery designs.
Images courtesy of The Grand Social.
Bloody Bloody Mary
I have been so tempted to try this, but I, for some reason, am incredibly hesitant. Ghosts and spirits don't scare me, but the thought of having my body covered in scratches is not too appealing. I say you give it a shot . . .
She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for a living. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and said she was a witch. None dared cross the old crone for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that an angry witch could do to her neighbors.
Then the little girls in the village began to disappear, one by one. No one could find out where they had gone. Grief-stricken families searched the woods, the local buildings, and all the houses and barns, but there was no sign of the missing girls. A few brave souls even went to Bloody Mary's home in the woods to see if the witch had taken the girls, but she denied any knowledge of the disappearances. Still, it was noted that her haggard appearance had changed. She looked younger, more attractive. The neighbors were suspicious, but they could find no proof that the witch had taken their young ones.
Then came the night when the daughter of the miller rose from her bed and walked outside, following an enchanted sound no one else could hear. The miller's wife had a toothache and was sitting up in the kitchen treating the tooth with an herbal remedy when her daughter left the house. She screamed for her husband and followed the girl out of the door. The miller came running in his nightshirt. Together, they tried to restrain the girl, but she kept breaking away from them and heading out of town.
The desperate cries of the miller and his wife woke the neighbors. They came to assist the frantic couple. Suddenly, a sharp-eyed farmer gave a shout and pointed towards a strange light at the edge of the woods. A few townsmen followed him out into the field and saw Bloody Mary standing beside a large oak tree, holding a magic wand that was pointed towards the miller's house. She was glowing with an unearthly light as she set her evil spell upon the miller's daughter.
The townsmen grabbed their guns and their pitchforks and ran toward the witch. When she heard the commotion, Bloody Mary broke off her spell and fled back into the woods. The far-sighted farmer had loaded his gun with silver bullets in case the witch ever came after his daughter. Now he took aim and shot at her. The bullet hit Bloody Mary in the hip and she fell to the ground. The angry townsmen leapt upon her and carried her back into the field, where they built a huge bonfire and burned her at the stake.
As she burned, Bloody Mary screamed a curse at the villagers. If anyone mentioned her name aloud before a mirror, she would send her spirit to revenge herself upon them for her terrible death. When she was dead, the villagers went to the house in the wood and found the unmarked graves of the little girls the evil witch had murdered. She had used their blood to make her young again.
From that day to this, anyone foolish enough to chant Bloody Mary's name three times before a darkened mirror will summon the vengeful spirit of the witch. It is said that she will tear their bodies to pieces and rip their souls from their mutilated bodies. The souls of these unfortunate ones will burn in torment as Bloody Mary once was burned, and they will be trapped forever in the mirror.
I say it's worth it, I mean what are the chances of having your soul ripped from your body? Psh.
She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for a living. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and said she was a witch. None dared cross the old crone for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that an angry witch could do to her neighbors.
Then the little girls in the village began to disappear, one by one. No one could find out where they had gone. Grief-stricken families searched the woods, the local buildings, and all the houses and barns, but there was no sign of the missing girls. A few brave souls even went to Bloody Mary's home in the woods to see if the witch had taken the girls, but she denied any knowledge of the disappearances. Still, it was noted that her haggard appearance had changed. She looked younger, more attractive. The neighbors were suspicious, but they could find no proof that the witch had taken their young ones.
Then came the night when the daughter of the miller rose from her bed and walked outside, following an enchanted sound no one else could hear. The miller's wife had a toothache and was sitting up in the kitchen treating the tooth with an herbal remedy when her daughter left the house. She screamed for her husband and followed the girl out of the door. The miller came running in his nightshirt. Together, they tried to restrain the girl, but she kept breaking away from them and heading out of town.
The desperate cries of the miller and his wife woke the neighbors. They came to assist the frantic couple. Suddenly, a sharp-eyed farmer gave a shout and pointed towards a strange light at the edge of the woods. A few townsmen followed him out into the field and saw Bloody Mary standing beside a large oak tree, holding a magic wand that was pointed towards the miller's house. She was glowing with an unearthly light as she set her evil spell upon the miller's daughter.
The townsmen grabbed their guns and their pitchforks and ran toward the witch. When she heard the commotion, Bloody Mary broke off her spell and fled back into the woods. The far-sighted farmer had loaded his gun with silver bullets in case the witch ever came after his daughter. Now he took aim and shot at her. The bullet hit Bloody Mary in the hip and she fell to the ground. The angry townsmen leapt upon her and carried her back into the field, where they built a huge bonfire and burned her at the stake.
As she burned, Bloody Mary screamed a curse at the villagers. If anyone mentioned her name aloud before a mirror, she would send her spirit to revenge herself upon them for her terrible death. When she was dead, the villagers went to the house in the wood and found the unmarked graves of the little girls the evil witch had murdered. She had used their blood to make her young again.
From that day to this, anyone foolish enough to chant Bloody Mary's name three times before a darkened mirror will summon the vengeful spirit of the witch. It is said that she will tear their bodies to pieces and rip their souls from their mutilated bodies. The souls of these unfortunate ones will burn in torment as Bloody Mary once was burned, and they will be trapped forever in the mirror.
I say it's worth it, I mean what are the chances of having your soul ripped from your body? Psh.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
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I FINALLY GOT A PAIR OF VINTAGE DOC MARTENS. MY LIFE IS NOW COMPLETE.
((((((((((((((((((((())$(@$(I$!@(U(%U(******@$$(U#($))))))))))))))))))))))))This black hole never ends.
Damn, this shoes obsession is NEVER going to let up.
the scarlet starlet and she's in my bed
Manhattan School of Music ended last Saturday for the 2009-2010 school year. It was incredibly sad, but I was ready to be done after having gone there for so many years. Francesca and I decided to spend our day not going to class, and instead walking around NYC, buying up mad amounts of stuff, and eating amazing food from Hummus Place. It was a fun end to a fun year of singing and I am glad we got to remember it through Francesca's amazing Canon. Love you xx.
Friday, May 21, 2010
i'm the elephant in the room
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I've been feeling rather annoyed these past few days, mostly because I have had trouble finding any sort of inspiration in my life. I'm sorry for the droll and rather un-enthused posts, but all I see right now are pictures, not explanations or words or any of that bullshit. This is what my day has been devoted to so far, my tumblr. Pictures just seem to describe everything so much better right now.
I've been feeling rather annoyed these past few days, mostly because I have had trouble finding any sort of inspiration in my life. I'm sorry for the droll and rather un-enthused posts, but all I see right now are pictures, not explanations or words or any of that bullshit. This is what my day has been devoted to so far, my tumblr. Pictures just seem to describe everything so much better right now.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
o o k i e
I'm spending the afternoon working on kewl-ing up my tumblr. Wish me luck. And send cookies, I may get hungry.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
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