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I've been a bad, bad girl

I haven't posted anything in FOREVER!!! So sorry darlings, I'm taking the steps towards getting my life together. Tomorrow. I promise.

I'll pick up these broken pieces til I'm bleeding, if that will make it right

I have decided that I am no longer leaving my house. It has become overwhelmingly apparent to me that all of the relationships I have spent the last few years to a decade developing are one way streets. I've noticed that I am constantly giving while everyone around me is taking. There is never any return. I am tired of pretending I care about other people's personal problems when I feel like I am going through real shit everyday. I am tired of being cut off or ignored by my so called friends when I try to talk about my issues. Simply put, I am tired of being taken advantage of.

Therefore, I have decided to cut myself off from all sorts of social encounters for the time being. I am just going to keep entirely to myself while I sort out my issues. Then I will decide if I have any relationships worth saving or if I just need to cut my losses and move on. I just don't have time for the bullshit and refuse to be anyone's afterthought. That's all for now.

Peace, love and clarity my darlings!

XOXO,

Starshine

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Til mine is the only face you see, I'm gonna stand out, til you notice me...

I got my first tattoo yesterday. As I predicted I feel I am now harboring an addiction. I picked a fairly large tribal sun on my right shouder. I like it a lot, but I'm not in love. I think I picked it because of it's size and the fact that it involved a fair amount of coloring; I wanted to see if I could handle the pain. It wasn't too bad after I put my headphones on. A little techno and a pop princess got through the process effortlessly. Next time around however, I want to be in love with the piece I choose. This calls for some research. The following images are awesome. I want them all, either in their original or slightly modified forms.

Love this look, I want to be tatted all over.

Mermaids are pretty. I want a mermaid piece. But I want her to have angel wings. Her face will be more focalized but her expression will be somewhat sinister. I should just draw it up

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Yes feather. Yes placement. I know the next two pieces also incorporate feathers into the theme, but they match my spirit. I'm just born to fly...

Please and thank you. But since I have a tribal sun on my right shoulder it might be too circular. I would either want this on my thigh, or to add on to my first piece. Maybe the incorporation of some colored feathers would make my piece more feminine and innovative.

This is pretty. I want this exactly as is. The location will have to be changed though, because it's where I got my first one. Maybe my left forearm...

That is all for right now. I will keep looking and sketching and my next piece will be absolutely spectacular!

Peace, Love and sinister mermaids darlings!

xoxo,

Starshine

you know if I ball then we all gonna stunt

I don't know what's come over me lately, but whatever it is has broken my creativity fast. I got a new set of pliers two weeks ago and have been making jewelry non stop ever since. I wonder if this is how sleeping beauty felt after Prince Phillip woke her from her slumber?

Here are some photos of my favorites. Only for you my beauties.

Peace, love and self rediscovered my darlings!

XOXO,
Starshine

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these dreams, under my pillow

Lunch blogging. I've been at work since six. It's been a pretty blah day so far. Currently rocking: work uniform, black bandana, purple eyeliner and Orange lipstick. Song of the day: White Nights by Oh Land. I get to leave work in less than 3 hours. Maybe I will treat myself to a manicure when I get out, and quite possibly a nap. I deserve it, I've been working my ass off these past few weeks (literally). Then I have two more short days of work followed by two glorious days off. This song has me in the mood to camp. I have some PTO saved up, I think I will put something together. My break is ending. Alas, parting is such sweet sorrow that I must say goodbye till it be... 2.

Peace, love and the twilight of these white nights my darlings.

XOXO,

Starshine

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I'll stop the whole world from turning into a monster...

I hate being gone for so long, it makes me feel sad and neglectful. I've been getting a lot of that recently but what can I say, it is what it is. What's new, what's new? My birthday is quickly approaching, I bought just a about a million sharpies and recently came into the 6th season of boy meets world (speaking of which, i now follow Ben Savage on twitter and am pretty excited about it). To the untrained eye, my most recent accomplishments may seem anything but, however I am actually pretty content right now. There is nothing like a fresh planner and a new color coding system to get the blood pumping. I haven't spent as much time as I want being constructive in the city, but hopefully this will all change on Thursday. I will have a whole two days and fresh paycheck (not to mention birthday dollars) to explore, tinker and create. I can only hope that work cooperates so that I can have my peace. OH! after a long 5 months, i have been reunited with my surface piercings. Luckily, this guy wasn't a jerk and used teflon tubing instead of metal bars. Although there is a slight increase in swelling (due to scar tissue :[ ), they look so much better than they did this time last year. Needless to say, I am pretty in love.

For some reason completely unknown to me, I decided to watch part of the teen choice awards when i got home from work tonight. Why? I'm still trying to figure it out. Winners are picked soley on how cute they are, or how often their songs are played on the radio. Substance/ Talent isn't really a factor. It may sound harsh, but I'm not mad at the oblivious voting habits of these teens. I mean, how many twelve year olds do you know that discuss cinema quality or the creative range of an actor? Or the fact that on so-and-so's new album the artist completely just gives up, cops out and lets dub step do all the work for them. If anything, the awards just reminded me that I'm not a kid anymore, and to be honest, it breaks my heart a little. If only my most serious conflicts revolved around whether Jacob was hotter in New Moon or Eclipse. For this reason, my birthday wish is to age gracefully while maintaining all the enthusiasm of youth. So far, so good.

Peace, Love and Taylor Lautner my darlings.

XOXO,
Starshine

You turned out to be the, Best thing I never had

Currently sampling Justin Bieber's premiere fragrance "someday". I feel like I'm at the county fair. It smells like vanilla and blue cotton candy...

Peace, Love and beasting on the ring toss my darlings!

xoxo,

Starshine <3

Compare where you are to where you want to be and you'll get nowhere

Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.

Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.

Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as babies of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions.

Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them.

Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides.

Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not.

Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.

Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.

Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.

There is a phrase I wish I could engrave upon the hearts of every single person, everywhere in the world, and it is this sentence which comes from the genius lips of the grand and eloquent Mr. Glenn Marla:

There is no wrong way to have a body.


I’m going to say it again because it’s important: There is no wrong way to have a body.

And if your moral compass points in any way, shape, or form to equality, you need to get this through your thick skull and stop with the “real women are like such-and-so” crap.

You are not the authority on what “real” human beings are, and who qualifies as “real” and on what basis. All human beings are real.

Yes, I know you’re tired of feeling disenfranchised. It is a tiresome and loathsome thing to be and to feel. But the tit-for-tat disenfranchisement of others is not going to solve that problem. Solidarity has to start somewhere and it might as well be with you and me.

.Peace, Love and the beauty of reality my darlings!

xoxo,

Starshine

who says you're not perfect...

Its never too early for a red lip...

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It's easier for you to let me go...

So... I'm spending the night in the city tomorrow with one of my loves and decided to get my hair done all fancy like. My two new hair idols are Selena Gomez and Christina Perri, so I'm thinking of a really awesome fusion. This is me now...

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Now add one part Selena at the 2011 Billboard Awards...

Note the perfect length and texture. Stunning as always




And a dash of the edgy awesomeness that is Christina Perri on a daily basis:














And Hopefully... the end result will be a stunningly elegant but still me, edgy and funky. That being said, I should probably go check tomorrow's weather, pick out a cute outfit and construct the perfect playlist. I'll be sure to show you all what I'm working with tomorrow.


Peace, Love and Perfect hair days my darlings!

xoxo,

Starshine

I don't care 'bout anything but you

I was just on Facebook being a creep and felt like being an asshole. So I forced my friend to tell me a story about an acorn. This is the masterpiece he came up with.

Once apon a time there was an acorn. He loved his mommy her name was preaty tree. they loved each other so much. preaty tree would sing him song tell him stories about when she was a little acorn.
He was a happy little acorn but one day little acorn fell.

He didn’t understand what had happened and he was so sad. little acorn was ok but he wondered why his mommy pretty tree hadn’t picked him up. years had passed and he would see his mommy singing to other little acorns to he would try to yell out to them and say I’m your brother but they couldn’t hear another few years passed and little acorn got use to being on the ground. One day ton beautiful spring afternoon acorn felt something different he had grown a branch! a few days later he had grown a leaf, then a few days later he had grown into a beautiful tall tree with green leafs and strong branches. his mommy now old was next to him she embrased him with her branches cried and said "I’ve missed you so much little acorn" and from that day on they lived happily ever after watching the universe turn for hundreds of years to come.
the end.


I love him.

Peace, Love and Perfect Bedtime stories Darlings!

xoxo,

Starshine

Take me out, take me home...

Sometimes I wish I knew what my mom looked like.
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