neuroticsanity

A sane and rational thought process torn from the death grip of a neurotic mind.
I wore a blue dress with horses on it I got from a thrift shop for 12 bucks. I wonder if the rest of the fabulously dressed crowd knew of my second hand shopping forays, displayed in full view on an unsuspecting Tuesday evening.

I wore a blue dress with horses on it I got from a thrift shop for 12 bucks. I wonder if the rest of the fabulously dressed crowd knew of my second hand shopping forays, displayed in full view on an unsuspecting Tuesday evening.

Recently a friend and I had been working together on our own life storyboards. It took three days to finish. These were cut entirely out of magazines we were going to throw away. The idea of the storyboard is to find images and words of things you want to materialize in your life, with each picture or word not always meaning what the obvious conclusion may seem. You create in your own head what each word or image means to you, making it so personal that only you know the true meaning. Here is my finished storyboard.

Recently a friend and I had been working together on our own life storyboards. It took three days to finish. These were cut entirely out of magazines we were going to throw away. The idea of the storyboard is to find images and words of things you want to materialize in your life, with each picture or word not always meaning what the obvious conclusion may seem. You create in your own head what each word or image means to you, making it so personal that only you know the true meaning. Here is my finished storyboard.

My flower heart morning latte

My flower heart morning latte

Yeah, I could have went around, but I decided to walk directly under this ladder today to see what kind of luck it might bring me after my crushed hopes from a lady bug the other day made me decide to fuck with superstition.

Yeah, I could have went around, but I decided to walk directly under this ladder today to see what kind of luck it might bring me after my crushed hopes from a lady bug the other day made me decide to fuck with superstition.

“After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, and that is the most horrible thing in the world.” - Oscar Wilde

“After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, and that is the most horrible thing in the world.”

- Oscar Wilde

(Source: ofcaprices)

I noticed this little lady bug the other day while while walking with my head down and thought that it might be my lucky day. Ladies bugs are supposed to bring good luck or something, right? Well in this case the lady bug must have been just fucking with me because that day sucked. Thanks for crushing all my hopes and dreams you little red devil.

I noticed this little lady bug the other day while while walking with my head down and thought that it might be my lucky day. Ladies bugs are supposed to bring good luck or something, right? Well in this case the lady bug must have been just fucking with me because that day sucked. Thanks for crushing all my hopes and dreams you little red devil.

I find it very romantic to be writing during a raging thunderstorm going on just outside my window…

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From today’s journal entry

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

—Albert Camus

At tonight’s soiree, in a place that reminded me of a scene out of the movie Midnight in Paris, there were artists hired to do sketches of people in a japanese anime theme. She really captured me.

At tonight’s soiree, in a place that reminded me of a scene out of the movie Midnight in Paris, there were artists hired to do sketches of people in a japanese anime theme. She really captured me.

Another day. Another café. Another chapter. Another glass of wine. This paragraph broke through my mid afternoon wine induced haze and slapped me around the room, awakening me with the brilliance of what the words before me sounded like together and meant. I liked it. From A Moveable Feast: The Man Who Was Marked For Death -Hemingway “He started to talk about my writing and I stopped listening. It made me feel sick for people to talk about my writing to my face, and I looked at him and his marked-for-death look and I thought, you con man conning me with your con. I’ve seen a battalion in the dust on the road, a third of them for death or worse and no special marks on them, the dust for all, and you and your marked-for-death look, you con man, making a living out of your death. Now you will con me. Con not, and thou be not conned. Death was not conning with him. It was coming all right.”

Another day. Another café. Another chapter. Another glass of wine.

This paragraph broke through my mid afternoon wine induced haze and slapped me around the room, awakening me with the brilliance of what the words before me sounded like together and meant. I liked it.

From A Moveable Feast: The Man Who Was Marked For Death

-Hemingway

“He started to talk about my writing and I stopped listening. It made me feel sick for people to talk about my writing to my face, and I looked at him and his marked-for-death look and I thought, you con man conning me with your con. I’ve seen a battalion in the dust on the road, a third of them for death or worse and no special marks on them, the dust for all, and you and your marked-for-death look, you con man, making a living out of your death. Now you will con me. Con not, and thou be not conned. Death was not conning with him. It was coming all right.”