enchantology

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Wed, 19 Jun 2013 15:24:01 -0400

bienenkiste: Photographed by Susannah Benjamin for Vs Magazine...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 15:23:01 -0400

bienenkiste:

Photographed by Susannah Benjamin for Vs Magazine Spring 2011

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 11:38:19 -0400

"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive...."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 11:37:22 -0400

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

- Haruki Murakami

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If I look back I am lost, Dany told herself the next morning as...

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 18:39:07 -0400

If I look back I am lost, Dany told herself the next morning as she entered Astapor through the harbor gates. She dared not remind herself how small and insignificant her following truly was, or she would lose all courage.

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Fri, 14 Jun 2013 18:21:16 -0400

how do you do your daily/regular makeup? what beauty products do you use?

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 18:13:00 -0400

I just wear foundation & eyeliner, and sometimes add mascara. I never really bother with eyeshadow/blush/etc. For foundation I prefer Estee Lauder’s Double Wear but I’m currently trying Revlon’s Colorstay because the Estee Lauder foundation is so expensive in my opinion. For eyeliner I use Maybelline’s Eyestudio Lasting Drama Gel Eyeliner. I never buy mascara because I usually end up getting free samples from wherever.

That’s really it in terms of beauty products, unless we’re getting into skincare. I’m still figuring out what products to use for my skin, as I’ve been getting quite a lot of pimples lately and haven’t really found anything that I love.

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Thu, 13 Jun 2013 18:23:08 -0400

a dream i just had i can’t explain everything, because some things can’t be squeezed...

Sun, 09 Jun 2013 18:00:41 -0400

a dream i just had

i can’t explain everything, because some things can’t be squeezed into words and others fled as i woke up, but this is a dream i woke up from moments ago.

i was in a city. i don’t know where, but it was beautiful. there was a harbor. at one point, i was attending a college there. i say “at one point” because i left the body i was inhabited in this dream and was thrown into another for a different experience. it started at the school, in my own body.

there were these books. there was a bit of an aura about them. i was warned not to go near them, and especially not to read them, but i’d already read a page of one at this point. after reading the book you are opened up to things you could not see before - particularly the trails of what i’m going to call fairies. places that the fairy who owned your book would begin appearing through the city. you had no choice but to follow the trail. there were people, at least at this college, who knew the early signs of a person caught in the trap. they can see it in your eyes. i know that they saw it in mine.

in my own body, i followed the trail. i abandoned the book - this seems to be important. i was led to what i can only call an ocean in a basement. i ventured deep below the school, following the staircases, and flung myself into the ocean. i nearly drowned. the fairy i’d been trailing was not the loving kind. it assaulted me and left me nearly naked to wander through the city at night. i remember being terrified that i was going to be assaulted by someone in the city because of my lack of clothing.

i remember getting home, throwing a fit at my mother, and being taken away by some government figures that flew in on a massive helicopter. i “woke up” and entered another body.

this happened a few times. i can’t remember all of the experiences i had or all the bodies i possessed. (it’s normal for me to be someone else in a dream, or at least contain the body of someone else.) i remember i was in the body of an older man who had begun devouring the pages of the book at a certain time of his “sickness” (caused by reading the book - the more you read the worse it gets.) he developed a terrible rash which was like fire boiling in your veins, and looked like lava circling on your skin. he was in agony. i didn’t face his death because his experience became to painful and i was thrust into another body.

the last body was another woman. she was probably in her late twenties. she had black hair and dark eyes. when i entered her body, she was stumbling into a prison-type room, but much nicer. it was furnished. i can’t remember why she was put there. she found the book in a chest and began reading it. she didn’t devour it like the others or chase the trail like a madwoman, she just sat and read at a leisurely pace. the fairy appeared to her as a man and as they (or we?) kissed they fire began blooming in there skin, just like it had with the mans, except this was a pleasant experience and much quicker. it didn’t take but thirty seconds for both the fairy-spirit and the woman to be consumed.

and then i woke up.

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 22:25:14 -0400

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Fri, 31 May 2013 10:35:35 -0400

mythologicalfiles: “Be to her, Persephone,All the things I...

Wed, 29 May 2013 23:01:44 -0400

mythologicalfiles:

“Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be;
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,—Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee;
Say to her, “My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.”

"One gets so used to one’s own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people."

Wed, 29 May 2013 22:58:47 -0400

“One gets so used to one’s own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.”

- Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

“Dracarys! Dracarys!” And all around them slavers ran and...

Wed, 29 May 2013 22:55:26 -0400

“Dracarys! Dracarys!” And all around them slavers ran and sobbed and begged and died, and the dusty air was filled with spears and fire.

ialu: ph. michael thompson

Wed, 29 May 2013 22:55:20 -0400

ialu:

ph. michael thompson

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