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Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
Franz Kafka  (via human-voices)

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I am intrigued by the increasingly ambiguous boundary between what is real and what is unreal, or what is beauty and what is fake, which we can no longer tell.
Miuccia Prada  (via musingsinfemininity)

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I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone.
Henry Rollins (via musingsinfemininity)

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The hardest period in life is one’s 20s. It’s a shame because you’re your most gorgeous and you’re physically in peak condition. But it’s actually when you’re most insecure and full of self-doubt. When you don’t know what’s going to happen, it’s frightening.

Helen Mirren in Esquire 

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I’m wondering if this is going to be anything…anything good, anything me, anything.  Or if it’s just another fetish, just another something that will be fleeting.  A temporary obsession ?

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I am feeling quite inspired at the moment.  However, I’m sitting in front of the boob tube watching a reality show, eating frozen dinner.  But it’s kell on earth and organizing fashion shows is pretty interesting to me.  Women’s Wear Daily. EEP! OKay this is about to be a stream of consciousness writing because that’s what I need right now.  I have to go food shopping and I have to go to the gym and I want to sit here and relax and be inspired. I want to learn. I want to go to school and I am really excited about that.  What an apartment. A job in the fashion industry? Not sure. Not looking like a front-runner to my brain at the moment.  What IS looking like a front-runner is : a liberal arts education.  A bad-ass liberal arts education. I want more oreos, not because I’m hungry or even craving sugar, but because I just feel like consuming and THAT is not okay. I didn’t even mean to do those italics just then. So what is going to be interesting about this blog to anyone at all? It doesn’t matter, and THAT is what I’m learning about art and creativity today/lately. The lessons of the month.  It doesn’t matter if I’m deep or profound or artsy or fucking even interesting. I just need to do what comes to mind, because creativity comes from within, not from without. Before I would create things blatantly based on what I thought people wanted to see. How can that be? I mean how can that be creative? So whatever I’m trying something new. Because what I did before didn’t work.  I wish I could just hide from life for a while. That’s what I used to do….I can’t now. I don’t have any way of doing that, besides isolating at my empty mother’s house while eating and typing and watching TV. OH WAIT! That is precisely what I’m doing currently.  I’m tired, and that’s my excuse. Napping is a way of disappearing. Hiding is too.  Anything to escape and make me feel better—luckily I know I can no longer drink or drug or smoke cigarettes in order to disappear or feel better.  I seriously don’t feel like doing anything besides sitting here. I don’t feel like it. Apparently there is a lot more to fashion than I have made up in my head.  I’m fat and useless. Will sugar help me?

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