i have dreamed about a capsule filled with snow. he was kissing raindrops while she was kissing toe...

der glitzer schwindet,
sie sucht ihn,
lange schon,
unerfüllt.
morgen kauft sie neuen,
relativ sicher.
sie braucht es,
das funkeln...
glitzer macht es besser.

so no, so now, so forever.

///
may i introduce myself to you.
i am annabell lee.
dead since the 19th century.
i was such young, beloved (and loved) when i died.
the sea remebered
but the wind hushed
so no,
so now,
so forever.
-a.

///
schleichend breitet sich die kälte aus,
erst nur zart gehüllt um die spitzen,
süßlich und fragil.
nun jedoch stärker,
ergreifender,
in anspruch nehmender,
dominanter,
säuerlich
und unangenehm.
das flanell bebte.
zu prickeln beginnen die sohlen,
bis über den rücken,
über die dornen.
das weiß um sie bebt,
es droht,
es dominiert,
es ist stärker,
es ist alpha,
auch die erde beginnt,
sie gibt auf.
sie ist nicht wie sie dachte das sie sei.

annabel lee by edgar allan poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

"it's real" she said and looked down to her feet...

///vintage pearls+zara dress+h&m men glitter cardigan=my christmas eve outfit.

it's christmas.
merry christmas to you all.

erst die entfremdung, dann die besinnung...

finally i have christmas holiday.
///

sie sah das fell,
so bunt wie nie.
es floss mit voller energie
üppig über ihre schenkel.
vulgär türmten sich die falten.

erst die entfremdung,
dann die besinnung,
zurückführung an den ursprung
durch zufall.
(bessinung zum ursprung?)
back to basic
zurück zum konservatismus.
verstaubte konventionen,
altes gut aufpoliert
und poppig in bunten farben.

by me///

snowy night, this is like a place we used to know, but stranger & filled with cold imagination of a frozen sea, in which the moon is anchored like...

...a ghost.

wait at the laundromat read a magazine,
tear out the page with the picture of some shoes.
you get impatient go to a cafe
see a girl from your high school but you look away...
it's a happy day.
///casiotone for the painfully alone

sale stuff no°1.
i got that wolf jumper for 15 bugs.
///
edit: it's from h&m.

heavy are her boots with snow. outside it's a wonderland, powdered with cold.

it's snowing and snowing and snowing...

it's white outside...

what i wore today, dec.18.2009

h&m, you can be really nice.

it's a good feeling to have candy all around you.
it's like cold, white, glitter powder on the window sill...
+
if you know a charming little us villages, please tell me about it, because i need to write a sum about an american city or village, but i prefer a lovesome village.

cleavage

///by me & the facehunter

there is no time for nothing, really, it sucks, it totally does. but there is a gleam of hope today in a week is christmas eve. a reason to be incredibly happy, so i am. i am incredibly happy but i also have incredibly much to do...
tüdelü, your busy a.

it's a big city life fairy...
a villagenomad...

it's the opposite from all i know,
it's completely not me,
so i like it.

an effort from a tiny, rosy thing to break-out of all these plastic layers...

everything around me is made of fake plastic.
i can't feel my heart 'cause it's just cheap plastic.
i can't feel my feet soles because they are made out of fake plastic.
i scream but nobody can hear it 'cause the fake plastic bubbly arround me is soundproof
and i hate it,
and i love it,
and i want it,
and i need it,
and i repent it,
and i satisfy it.
i'm made of plastic but i still have fun.
wenn sie weinte fühlte sie das glück in ihrem herzen.

///photos & quote by me. if you reblog it, please add/link it.

blonde girls wearing white faux rabbit, that's what it is about.

snow was falling down like sugar tips, laying down like feathers...

today fell the first snow...
and it was awesome.
so i had to paint it.

sugary, clammy, corny, kitschy, dusty, offensive wonderful.

say hello to our awesome christmas biscuits!

har du sett min apa, min söta, fina, lilla apa? har du sett herr nilsson? ja han heter faktiskt så. har du sett min villa, min villa villekullavilla?

by me.

today, xenia and i are going to bake pippi långstrump gingerbread and chocolate drops...

stella mccartney, 3.1. philip lim, topshop, dries van noten, ugg.
for her...

that's my winter, my fall, my loves...
what i need...
trousers
jogging pants
what i like...
nude colours
cosy materials
jogging pants+light blue shirts+nude boots+huge fur
see above
+
i'll be back on track soon (weekend)

her eyes are heavy, her lips are not here...

when she hush into the darkness,
it is too late to say goodbye,
but you can say hello again.
good night for awhile...

this was today...

///

when i'm big, i will live in a castel in scotland or somewhere with lots of sheep. sometimes i will shearing the sheep and make coats out from the wool.

7 glittering things at my home...

sophie and sveda have tagged me with the "7 sparkling things"-tag.
so i took some pictures...

i want to see some glitter from angela, hardcore unicorn, schwebebucht, rosarot, cheap thrills and codyjune...

sally scott

sally scott

in remember of the last day.
cursory it was a day like every other
but it was not.
it was different in some undefinably reason...

(right out from another time...)

about hand-doves, dreams, wishes, flying cats, jumping elephants, and how you can cook your muffins in the garden.

about how i could live
that is how i could spend the rest of my live.
lying on the back in the grass,
look at the sky...
there is a bear,
a bear kissing a elephant.
that is how i could spend the rest of my live.
cooking muffins in the garden,
just all by myself.
playing with the wolves in the neighborhood at night...
colsing she said "it is all about your dreams and wishes. if you have no, you will not reach something at all. dreaming is the best you can do. i'm nostalgic, i'm alive."

rosa rehkitze tanzen... kitzeln ihre nase mit den hufen, paarhufer sind sie, eine mischung aus urperfd und dem pferd der gegenwart

today is the day of sketchiness in every sense...

rosa rehkitze tanzen...
kitzeln ihre nase mit den hufen,
paarhufer sind sie,
eine mischung aus urperfd und dem pferd der gegenwart
nur ganz anders,
gehörnt mit edlen geweihen.
herrscher,
wie negativ.
geliebte,
wie gut.

you exist only in my dreams, what you do is awesome but unreal, i always bet you where real but you are not.

you exist only in my dreams, what you do is awesome but unreal, i always bet you where real but you are not.
///by me.

i have just a wee bit time. i need to go deeper into the art scene...
more me, more art, more quotes will come...

actually i drift away seaborne, seaborne in the sea of being

+++
ich schweife ab...
scheift der scheif des schwarzen pferdes, weiß, weich...
sanft über die kurven seines seins,
tief in jede ritze, jede spalte, jede pore,
dicht durch das fell.
schlaf, schlaf ein, dann wird alles fein...

actually i drift away...
seaborne, seaborne
steps leading into the sea,
seaborne, seaborne
footprints on the crown
scratches on the hull
seaborne, seaborne,
drift away
and everything will be okay...

all alone at home, she plays with her skills of mastery...

at home i feel alone,
at home i am who i am.
cogito, ergo sum.

dez. 2.2009

1. by me
2. sally mann