ghost hand!

my favorite things for today...hush!

Because the dead shine all night long

A search for the lyrics of the song Suicide Kiss by Orion Rigel Dommisse led me to this independent japanese movie, Suicide Club (or circle, whichever you preffer). It's awful, absolutely disgusting and pointless.
I love it.
                                                     what are you waiting for? Go watch it on youtube!
as an appetizer, here's the scene with Rollo perfoming the song. if you're familiar with Orion's version, this may come as a bit of a surprise (by the way, this should never be watched after a meal...consider youself warned):

Female singers for a disturbingly silent morning

alela diane- white as diamonds

this one's for Bagira:

the be good tanyas- littlest birds

marissa nadler- diamond heart

josephine foster- hazel eyes, i will lead you

mariee sioux- flowers and blood

jesca hoop- enemy

bird and the bee- again and again

white magic- what i see

orion rigel dommisse- fake yer death

joanna newsom- on a good day

Little monsters

Browsing through my neglected facebook account, I came across some old pics of dolls I knit back when I had time for hobbies! There were many more, but stupidly I gave them away without photographing any :(

This killer redhead is hiding the teddybear's decapitated body behind her back... In my defence, it was a time when I mainly read Chuck Pahlaniuk.

Naming the one below "Burzum" seemed appropriate...

You can't really tell because the pic is a bit fuzzy, but the thing he's holding is a bleeding bunny head. My sweet cyclops.

a shout out

skippy for dinner

Skip James live...What a treat! 

Fashion victims beware

Oh god, the infamous high waist jeans... The look that too many people can't seem to get to work. I wish people will try to be more original... Even so-called "indie" isn't really indie. arghh. 

...In desperate need of a distraction

I don't feel safe anymore, knowing there are men yoiking under my feet. 

whatever the hell that means. 

I'm blinded by the whiteness of his thigh! 

and you can tell by the red in my eyes and the bruises on my thighs and the knots in my hair and the bathtub full of flies that I'm not right now at all there i go again pretending that i'll fall

A summery of my life. As it turns out, four pictures are actually worth two freaking months.

!Hooray for Tommy Wiseau

There's a string that runs through our bad days, and if you pull that string real tight, the days all crumple together and all that you see is night

The Islands- Where there's a Will, there's a Whalebone

the dodos- red and purple

Neutral Milk Hotel- untitled

Bird and the Bee- Polite Dance Song

Catanets- You Are the Blood

get your own style, ma'am

Jesus christ.