I don’t want to be lusted, I just want to be loved…

it suddenly becomes clear why my mind desperately needed to disappear… To see the seductive lines of my body and the porcelain tone of my skin go away was a victory against my destiny filled with misery. Maybe I will destroy myself, but I’ll rather have my blood in my own hands than become the victim of another male ego.

New bi-spring resolutions

I have this weird thing where every two years, mostly during the spring time, I change myself completely… It’s not on purpose at all though, but somehow it always manages to happen on this exact fashion. I change minor things like my looks, body, style, music preferences, etc… In other words, don’t expect me to turn into a pro-life christian overnight

So for 2012 I will:

Become a vegan, quit my job, pierce le septum, grow my hair, create a fashion blog, finish rehab, start rock climbing, get another tattoo, get tanned, go to Europe, get my second degree, keep fucking hot guys (hahaha kidding… not), hand piercing?

we’ll see… give me 2 months n I’ll be rocking a mohawk on ur dash

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

     Usually I try my best to stay away from movie theaters simply because they are a fucking rip-off, but there was something about this movie that just kept dragging me into it. I don’t know if it was Lisbeth’s style or the sick soundtrack, but somehow i ended up paying 10 bucks to watch a movie on a thursday night all by myself…. and all I have to say is that it was worth every single penny.

   First of all, I feel like I can relate to Lisbeth in so many levels. The fucked up childhood, the antisocial personality, the loneliness… She protects the ones she loves by staying as distant from them as she can. I’ve never felt so attached to a movie/book like I do with this one… i don’t care how much people criticize this version, I think they’re both great, but I’m team America all the way (which is quite a milestone cause I absolutely love everything Sweden-related)

Grinch-ish

           I seriously hate christmas with all my heart…. words can’t describe how much I detest this holiday. It seems like even if I had a perfect year, everything gets ruined during christmas…. plus I’m an agnostic so my family kind of hates me during christmas for not caring about baby cheeses (inside joke). Sometimes I just wish I could have a normal family with the maniac mom, the overprotective dad, the cookie-baking grandma and the preppy sweater-wearing brothers and sister. That’s actually what I hate about christmas…  it reminds me that my family is broken and that there’s absolutely nothing I can do to fix it.

Christmas lights and the Trans-siberian orchestra are cool though….