Voici Mon Secret

I know I'm all about skulls, rips & tears, leather, and dilapidated shit.

But if you promise not to tell, I will confess.

Occasionally a gown, preferably stunningly photographed, will take my breath away.

I do sorta wish I was Marie Antoinette after all.

There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.

Reine Marie herself, smart lady.

♥ Lini.

Momma Don't Preach

My mother, Katia.

Yesterday was 1/1/11. My dear friend was with me at 11:11 on this date and we made wishes as all those in our generation probably were as well. It reminded me of a story she had told me earlier about on all her birthdays. She blew out her candles, pressed her eyes shut, and wished for- well, she can't remember what she wished for. She can only remember hearing her mother shouting out "Happiness! Wish for happiness!", drowning out whatever desires and dreams she had thought up on her own.

I'm not sure why this story stuck with me so much. I mean to me, I think if one were truly happy, nothing else would matter. I like to think possessing the feeling of genuine, non-artificial happiness would give the owner to power to control everything else in their life, therefore making wishing for a perfect body, job, or spouse useless. On the other hand, I don't really buy into this whole "Money [or insert whatever else you want here] doesn't buy happiness" bullshit. What makes people unhappy? Being hungry, having debt, bad health, and in today's society let's be real, wanting things we can't have. Cure for all of the above, hate to say it, is a couple ole green backs.

So is it fair to force happiness upon someone? Is it fair to control your children? Mothers, maybe you've been told you know best, but mothers you're human too. And mothers, believe me, we children are overall thankful for the immeasurable amount of love you always give us. It's just sometimes we don't want happiness. We want a pony. Or a the star quarterback to ask us to prom. Or a new car. Or bigger boobs. Or for you to accept we're never going to be the child you prayed for because maybe we don't even believe in prayer ourselves.

Does anyone really even understand their children? Does anyone really even understand anyone?

Mothers, be good to your daughters.

[& sons, they're not too bad.]

-John Mayer, Daughters.

♥ Lini.

Mambo Italiano

ma non conoscete questo ancora

Adventure time?

♥ Lini.

Order & Progress

Do I keep wasting massive amounts of time doing nothing because I'm lazy or because I'm afraid of doing anything meaningful?

I know what I want.

Why am I not chasing after it instead of chilling with my cat looking out the window right now?

Sigh.

♥ Lini.

Love & Other Equally Temporary Drugs

My mother hates avocados.

She claims she ate far too many as a child. A lifetime's worth consumed far too quickly, now she can barely stomach the sight of them.

Seems a shame since she once loved avocados so much.

How do we learn to love things properly without destroying them? It's always too much, too little, too soon, or too late. When all around us relationships end, and generally either violently, legally, or publicly I just find it so hard to believe in long term commitment. The other day I caught myself being visibly angry at the shampoo I had been using for about three years because it just wasn't working out the same.

We broke up by the way. I'm seeing someone new in a sleeker bottle with a fresher scent.

What is the life expectancy of love? According to my calculations, if you factor in overinflated expectations, wandering eyes, the rare miracle of evoking genuine, reciprocated emotions, and the ever rising threshold of what it takes to keep people satisfied, love should last about 15.6 milliseconds. If a bottle of shampoo broke my heart, how can I trust a human being? I mean my hair follicles are sensitive, but I suspect my feelings may be a little bit more.

Just knowing myself, just seeing other people, just watching my generation evolve... I wonder if forever can be found, in anything from people to Pantene Pro-V*.

"I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real."

-Clark Gable, Postal Service

*I do not use Pantene Pro-v. I do not recommend that use use Pantene Pro-V. It is just an example of shampoo.

♥ Lini.

X-Ray Visions

I wish pirate was still a career choice.

I really wish pirate alongside Orlando Bloom was a career choice.

Best. Wedding. Invite. EVER.

♥

Show me your teeth, teeth, teeth.

Homer looks so slender, Jesus!

While I do not feel displaying a human skull in your car is the best choice, I love bones. Skeletons. Joints.

As you can tell from the above, and previous 1000 skeleton posts.

Sorry, never gets old to me!

Seriously obsessed with that wedding invite.

♥ Lini.

Simplicty

I feel like I often overlook how beautiful simple things are.

Like the beauty of a simple life.

Sock puppets & working a 9-5 might make for a more blissful existence than diamonds and jet-setting.

But who knows?

I just cannot help but wonder if I am chasing after the right things.

Simple Kind of Life.

Never gets old, fave band.

♥ Lini.