My family is pretty much the opposite of religious but we celebrate any holiday where one gets free chocolate.
Necklace: thrifted
Dress: Etsy
Belt: Ross
Tights: Wal-Mart
Shoes: thrifted
I did my customary Easter beehive (I did it two days before, so by now I looked like I had been in a bar fight) and wore cute, spring-y colors/clothes. I've been kind of wondering how to wear this dress ever since I got it for my birthday, and I realized it looks 100% perfect in spring, especially with other ~pretty flowery tingz~.
Eyeliner: Hard Candy
Lipstick: Wet 'n' Wild
I have absolutely no idea what my face is doing in these pictures, but I know I have pretty hair and lovely sunlight behind me, SO IT'S ALL OKAY. My goal for this outfit was to just become a huge, pink flower. Okay, not really, but I think I accomplished it anyways?
Last year had amazing eggs all dyed in the best colors/patterns/whatevers (including my rad
James Dean egg, complete with sequins and all around radness), but this year we were all tired and the colors came out weird and dark? My brother made a really awesome Divine/John Waters egg though, and I made my own drawn egg of my queen, Divine, so it makes up for everything.
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MY BABIES <3 |
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Divine as Babs Johnson, duh. It was supposed to say "FILTH!" but my hair got in the way so it was actually a blog of nothing. |
A basket with some of the cuties we made <3
In other news, I started an art blog! My
other Tumblr never showed any of my art in the "My Art" tag properly and it was totally sucky, so I started a new blorg called
Dreemboat, where I'll post all my stuff. It looks cute and has all these nice ~pastel art vibez~, plus it's totally rad to have everything in one place. FOLLOW ME 4 CUTE SOFT GRUNGE PICS DOODZ. Totally kidding.
And, finally,
Tavi has posted a new (and what I see as her last)
post on The Style Rookie (serious tears warning, guys). This post has been totally ruining my life. I read it this morning and certain sentences and feelings have been running through my head all day, like a broken record or the time I had "Lust for Life" by Girls on repeat for the whole spring. It's been five years (FIVE YEARS? SERIOUSLY??) since The Style Rookie started, and Tavi basically talks about memories and feelings and basically puts all my thoughts I can never articulate in words. Me and my brother basically spent most the day in mourning/crying, thinking of all that Tavi has introduced us to, has taught me, blah blah blah. As the intersectional feminist I am, I've been trying to look at everything in a critical light (including Rookie and Tavi), but the truth is, I'm pretty much a hollow shell right now and Tavi is my heart. I cannot accurately express all the emotions I'm feeling about all her words and just
her right now (my journal probably has the best articulated version of what I'm trying to say), but if you were to describe it, it'd be: sad, sad, ohmygod i love you a lot okay, sad, sad, REALLY SAD AND LOTS OF TEARS OKAY?
The
comments are equally beautiful and emotional, and (ERYN PLEASE DON'T HATE ME FOR THIS BUT IT WAS BEAUTIFUL AND I'M CRYING) my buddy
Eryn wrote all my feelings in one comment form:
"This kind of makes me want to weep and I probably will the second time I read it but just wow, Tavi. Everything you said is just, yes (sorry super inarticulate over here). I WANT to be entirely cohesive but instead I am too many people, I am nobody, and I definitely couldn't put that into words before.
About nostalgia, that night when I went to dinner to Dylan's mom's house with you guys on the Rookie Road Trip is unclear in my memory. I remember what happened, of course, and there are some snippets that come back vividly, but the whole evening more or less feels like a blur. I don't know if that's because it was entirely overwhelming and I didn't even feel like myself (wow I was so quiet and shy), or because I've tried to relive it so many times. I'll probably never forget what you were wearing but I think I've already forgotten what I was wearing (just kidding, I completely remember, but not as clearly and I might eventually forget).
I also feel like (this is sort of relevant I guess) I'm trying so hard to live, to live well, to have Teenage Experiences, that I'm not really living at all. It's like I'm stuck in my own little box of Wanting and Trying but I'm not Letting. I'm trying so hard to be cohesive, aesthetically pleasing, and to see beauty all around me, that I'm actually not. I don't know if that makes sense (WHAT IS LIFE -tiny stoner).
I've been feeling immeasurably muddled lately but this post has definitely left me with some sort of peace.
Thank you Tavi.
-Eryn
Julia Topaz did the same, and I hope no one hates me for putting all these amazing words on my blorg:
I'm 24 years old, and last month I went to visit my mom and I looked in my old closet in my old bedroom. And there used to be these giant plastic crates that had all my old toys in them, but it wasn't there this time, and instead there were extra sofa pillows. So I went frantically to the garage, but the toys weren't there either, and I realized they had been thrown out! I was consequently really really sad (especially about my pink skipit that had a monumentally high 13-year-old jump count on it), and I didn't really know what to do because it felt like even though I had had all those things and interacted with them and experienced them in my childhood, it felt like I never had because I didn't have physical access to them anymore. It's like, even though I never really pulled them out or looked at them or thought about them, just knowing that I could if I wanted to made it okay and real.
And then ALSO while I was visiting, I found a bunch of old journals (my favorite was this fluffy pink one with a little metal lock). They all have about first 5 pages written in them, but then rest of the pages are blank---I don't know, I guess I was really bad at keeping up with them. But I really enjoyed reading them recently because it gave me little snippets of insight into my childhood (which I no longer really remember the details of), which somehow validated/made real/legitimized my past. So now I've been thinking "well shit! I wish that while growing up I had written more about my childhood, so the rest of it could be real too!", which doesn't really make sense, but I felt it nonetheless. It's just strange because while you're experiencing something (or at least, when I do), you're so immersed in the full sensory moment that you can't imagine that you'll one day completely forget the experience, unless of course you document it, which I usually don't because of the whole assuming-you-won't-forget-it thing. Which is kind of the opposite problem of what you have, it seems, since you like to document everything. Though is it really a "problem"? I don't know, it's just a characteristic.
Anyway, I'm just trying to say that I 100% connect with what you've written, and I'm glad you wrote it.
The comments section is, of course, long but so many comments tell these beautiful stories and share emotions in the most humane way, in a way we rarely get to experience and see and feel.
Now that I'm (still) in tears, I also wanted to say that Spring Break has been totally rad and I've been making art and chillin' and just having a great time (AND THERE ARE BLOG POSTS IN YOUR FUTURE, DUDES). I hope all you babes are doing the same!!
xoxo
Psychedelic Daisy