For Love For Literature

I'm sitting on my bed, eating generic honey comb cereal out of a vintage aqua tumbler. Splenda on top. I just have a couple inspiration pictures for today, nothing too over the top. The first picture is from the amazing Pamela Love's F2011 collection. I am in love with this hair. It's like this grungy, surfer-castaway kind of look. And the earrings are to die for. I need some Pamela Love in my life. I'm not sure where the second picture came from, all I know is that it's the lovely Karlie Kloss modeling in this editorial. The colors are beautiful and the dress is like a sea urchin on crack. The water looks so cold, but the lush green hill behind it is beyond gorgeous. The third picture is just vintage and gorgeous. Look how short the dress is, look how white her hair is. I'm really craving this whole white hair thing...

Sort of a boring post for today, but I haven't been able to get these images out of my mind all day long.  I'll be doing a wishlist/Spring staples checklist within the next couple days, and I promise that will be more interesting!

No One's Gonna Love You

If you've never heard Band of Horses No One's  Gonna Love You, please go do that right now. It's a gorgeous, magical song, and it stays in my head the entire day long...truly a beautiful song. Cee Lo Green did a lovely cover, and the video was made with blogger Jenny Sirney from A Gemini Rising and her photographer boyfriend Jason Lee Parry. This music video is one of the best I've ever seen...I want to live that like. I think I'll forgo this whole college idea and just drive around the country. Yes, that's a smart idea. Also, I want her hair.

The Scars of Your Love Remind Me of Us

Always inspired. I can't help it, it stems from everything and I just wish I could properly document everything. The vibes I'm currently really excited about for summer: crochet, studs, pastel pink hair (improper, feral child hair-as always), graffiti, dream catchers, and braids. Oh, and those amazing shorts.

This will be an amazing summer...

Spring is Hair

As you could probably tell from my hilariously punny title, I'm diggin this weather. It's dress season in full force (although probably with boots) and change is in the air. Just what do I want to change, you ask? My hair. I want it to be pink. Or lavender. Or a pale, pastel blue. If you've been alive and keeping up to date on fashion-world trends, this notion shouldn't seem completely insane. Maybe a little, but not completely. I'm a bit torn, to be honest. On the one hand, I think it looks beyond-cool on the girls who wear it pale and mussed. On the other hand, I wonder what it would transfer to in the real world. Would peekaboo lavender streaks or dip died cotton-candy hued ends look ultra-cool in my 8a.m stats class, or just misguided and sad? Twelve-year-olds, wanna-be rebellious adolescents, and my five-year-old cousin all seem to have this crazy hair color ideal in mind (in the case of my cousin, her My Little Ponies are her big inspiration). And I'm left wondering that now I'm past childish rebellion, spiting my parents, and coloring my hair with Kool-Aid, do sugar-sweet locks come off as contrived, or just plain rad?

apparently I have a thing for the pink...but this last picture is pretty amazing, not gonna lie. Love the tiny earrings too!

Today I'm listening to: The Pretty Reckless- Nothing Left to Lose

Liberté de la liberté d'être soi

J'ai besoin de recommencer à écrire. Pour l'impression que le pouvoir de création que je possède dans mes mains, mon esprit. Trop longtemps j'ai erré sans but si cette vie, sans créer, sans lisant dans ma tête qui déborde de dynamisme, brillante, imagination luxuriante et mettre mes pensées à la vie.

donc pas. Je refuse de ne pas vivre la vie à sa pleine capacité. Je suis désireux de tout. Je ne vais pas vous contenter de moins alors tout. C'est mon hymne personnel. Rejoignez-moi?

I need to start writing again. To feel that power of creation that I posses in my hands, my mind. Too long have I wandered aimlessly though this life, without creating, without perusing through my mind which is brimming with vibrant, brilliant, luscious imaginings and bringing my thoughts to life.  so no. I refuse to not live life to its full capacity. I am desirous of everything. I will not settle for less then everything. This is my personal anthem. Join me?

Liberty in the Freedom to be ourselves.

I'm on Fire

Music is a huge source of  inspiration for me. I have but to listen to a song to completely alter my mood, making me more reflective, more energetic, more in the mood to party. Music can portray loneliness in party tunes, yearning in anthems, energy in melancholy stories. And sometimes it's just a song. I'm just posting a few of my favorite songs, the ones that mean the most to me, right this moment and moments from the past. These are the one's that take me back to a moment, to a person, to a time in my life that mattered and affected me. Some are a bit sad, some are happy, all are powerful to me. A bit of a soundtrack to my life.

I included Way too many, I know. I kept finding one's that mattered to me, but I very well couldn't post the whole Killer's Sawdust album, so I settled with choosing random other loved songs. I wish I could post my whole list, but that would be never ending!

The Night is For Ones Like Us

Walking along in my little red dress, steppin' in time with that car alarm. It's cloudy outside but I've got this flowery charm. Im walking on sunshine, and it's just as well. I've got a little secret, I'd better not tell.

Bright rays I emit as I swagger down the street, smiles and love to everyone I meet. So what if it rains? Nothing can get me down. Blissfully happy, I own this town.

Wink at the girl in the window, ain't she a lovely thing. Lips are like sugar, voice makes my ears ring. She smiles, how coy, but she still takes my hand. Her lips, how enchanting, but I don't understand. What will she do, I can't read her eyes. What will next happen? Life is a surprise...

I would take you home, rush to open the door. What better than twilight for love, drop your purse to the floor. The night is for lovers, and laughter and thieves. For candles for wine, for teasing to please.

I fell in love with your face, it's radiant light. In love with your embrace, it's warm comfort like night. In love with your hands, how they express so much. In love with your smile, your laughter, your touch.

Little love, take my hand, give me a hint? Pretty thing, my heart is beating a little too fast."Come with me!" I exclaim, and we dance down the street. Twirling, laughing, without missing a beat.

It's our own little dance, and we never rehearse. It's our song that we sing, and make up every verse. So magically in-tune, our bodies-our souls. We're young and in love, who cares about roles? we'll do as we wish, we'll do as we please. We'll flirt, we'll flounce, we'll giggle, we'll tease.

Stay away from a window, close to my lips. Moving our minds and dancing our hips. Some say we're naughty, some say it's sin. Well if that's the case, oh what trouble we're in...We'll raise our middle fingers, to those people below. They're shallow and wrong, and these things they'll never know: True love and bliss, dancing so free! Kisses and lips, loving you, loving me! We love what we do, winks upon winks. They don't realize that we just don't care what they think! (and our middle fingers are polished in pink)

Your looks make me burn. There's so much I could say, but it says so much more in the way that we lay. Our secret is safe and even if not, our naughty love is their fanciful thought.

We're pretty young things,and pretty we'll stay. Secrets contained on the bed where you lay. I pull you closer to me, you pull me closer to you- we'll think of things to do this whole night through. So what if they judge, they'll dream of us come night. The thoughts we inspire are our sinful delight.

Let's find foggy rain, and a mystical lake. Let's go swimming in the softest undress. Let's let old eyes see the youth in our laugh. Sexy or darling, honey let's take that path!

So let the pillow talk begin, let's tell secrets forever. We'll think we're sly, we'll think we're clever. But who could image this forbidden desire. My soul is alive for you, consumed with this fire.

My little puzzle, full of lace and tongue and tricks. Life's like a lollipop, how many licks? If your skin were a mirror, if your eyes were a dream, they'd show me the deepest desire of our greatest scheme.

A lush and heady night filled to the brim with ideas to seize, I'll do anything for you, my desire is to please. You're a dream, a doll- too good to be true. And when we finally fall asleep, I'll be dreaming of you.

Sleep is a canvas for our lovely dreams, nothing can be as real as it seems. Shutter your eyes against the empty room, maybe one day we'll sleep with our breathing in tune. 

-Alice & Elle

Au Revoir Sweet Innocence of My Youth

sometimes I just need to stop thinking, be quiet, and look at some pictures for a while.

Kate Moss

This video- While Kate Moss was shooting an ad for Balmain, hidden camera's captured her expert posing, creating this bizarre, intensely felt video (with the help of artist Jo Ratcliffe). I adore everything about it: the song, the animation, and of course watching Kate Moss pose, unaware of the snakes caressing her. Surrealism is just amazing.

Creature Lover

I feel as if I am in a masquerade, I care not what face is behind the mask, only the smile that you have left for me to see. I love your mystery, whoever you are, sweet lover.

I see you, I crave you, tender, lithe thing; yet unveil your passion and vitality. You are my little creature.

I think I'm in love with everyone. Tell me you agree…the rapture of your soul belongs to me.

I feel like making those pretty eyes look away – checking to be sure that we’re alone, to see those cheeks flush with the words I whisper to your diamond-studded ears.

Give me ecstasy, sweet angel. Laugh like no one else can, show me your pretty doe eyes, play coy because you know I like it. See these lips of mine? They are yours if you wish.

Do you want to come with me? Don't you want to feel my skin on your skin...it's only nature. Skin upon skin, lips upon lips, tongue upon tongue, the touch of a woman, bestowed upon another, man or woman, as sacred as anything that has or has yet to happen.

It matters not what is done, so long it is done with feeling, that which gives everything importance.

I am awake for you, and all I need is music and kisses, and you wrapped about me, like two puzzle pieces, and our lips are no exception...and our fingers in how they fit so perfectly, clasped, entwined.

I love the way you’re alive. Teach me, give me that magic, love me. Unlock the world that is a shadow, blooming into splendor that I never thought to see.

Be my little Rage Monster, we do bad things, but we do wonderful things. Try to tell me they’re not the same..make me just a little angry…pull my hair with those elegant hands and show me your heart.

Because, for us, feeling any emotion at all is reason to celebrate. Be my lover, shall we share the feeling? Smile, my beloved, for you know the way I love you is not like any other. Do I deserve the love-sounds that echo from your sweet lips?

A vision of our tangled hair, sparkling eyes, slightly smudged red that we so carefully applied to the teasing tilt of those lips I so crave. Hungry lips, ripe and full with the desire you inspire inside of me. Yearning, I pull you towards me. Deny me not, your world will deepen and spin when you are mine.

Curious eyes, those that so match my own; yearning to explore those things so forbidden. Swimming with a desire to recognize one’s own self in one such as me…In another, beautiful, sensual, playful creature.

How can those eyes turn into bottomless pools of emotion, how can they turn into fiery lustful tools? How can eyes convey more than even words, the aphrodisiac of the mind?

You and I, my darling. We are poetry, alive, breathing poetry. Alive and magical, glowing with discovery and with all things we never imagined.

Write me a story. Singe my pages with fervid emotion, and may the ink flow with the irrepricable beauty of this love. Your hands are the quill, your lips –the ink well. Write me a story with your body.

This beauty will be something of such ardor, such fervor, that all else will melt away and two beings will be left only with the fierceness and virtue of seeing that radiant creature in themselves, and in another.

Elle, Alyssa

The Monster of Love

He was all contradictions,

All fuzzy and soft,

With hard twig arms,

And a nose made of cloth.

He had sharp little teeth,

And a charming grotesque grin,

Pointy owl-ears,

And on his back, a shark fin.

He was a nice little monster,

But was often rejected,

Among his monster friends,

He was never accepted.

They would ridicule him and mock him,

Push him and shove,

Just because he was the Monster of Love.

He loved little puppies,

And huge big hugs,

Bananas and noodles,

Even black bugs.

The only thing that really got him down,

Was the snickering,

And teasing,

And the occasional clown.

The more he thought about it,

The more he became sad,

Until one day he decided,

“From now on, I’ll be bad!”

“I’ll do doughnuts in parking lots,

I’ll get a tattoo,

and when I have class,

I’ll pretend to have the flu!

I’ll stop hugging puppies,

Stop residing in people’s hearts,

Instead I’ll shoot pool,

And learn to throw darts!

I’ll be so bad, baddest you’ve ever seen!

I’ll be abominable, atrocious,

And really,really mean!
It’s my nature to be good,

But it just causes me stress!

Because I am good,

My life is a mess”

And with that, he went off,

And did terrible things,

He smoked, cheated,

And had multiple flings.

He was a bad little monster,

As we can obviously see,

Until one day he decided,

“This isn’t me”

He crossed his twig arm,

And sat down to reflect,

On bad things he had done,

That people had come to expect.

And never in his life,

Had he felt so down,

And for the first time ever,

We saw Love Monster frown.

“I like being liked,

this isn’t right in my heart”

and with that, he decided,

“I’ll have a new start”

And with that he got up,

And as he brushed himself off,

His little monster heart,

Became three times as soft.

And so he resumed his Love-Monster ways,

And everyone loved ‘til the rest of their days.

And this is the story of the Love-Monster’s fable
and when you are bad,

Remember you are able,

To act as a saint,

To act as you should,
and when you are bad,

You can always turn good.
-Elle Bugman

Someday I Will Have No Regrets

Someday I will have not regrets

-when I am old

                                         I shall have no regrets.
                                                      I may have tattoos

                                                     And wrinkles and scars

                                           And I shall never stop dreaming

                                                                                    I will have memories

                                                                           And pictures

                                                                -proof of my grand life:

                                                 Filled with friends and lovers
                                 Crazy nights and sleepy, heady mornings

                  -adventures and love.

                               I am desirous of everything.

                        I want to love and I want

                        To lose

                                                            I won’t need to be remembered

                                                -I don’t care about such things.

                               I just want to know –on my deathbead-

                    That I lived and felt completely

                                                                        And loved

                                                Everyday