Reminds me of Glow worms, See through Fish, and Alphabet Soup. Of Course this outfit requires a LOT OF Sparkle Pastel Jelly Accessories, but I didn't bother with that. (For your computer loading sake)
Faded Jeans that show your pretty crack, White Pink Faded Chucks, Pastey Skin, Kiddie Watch, Easter Yellow Shirt that shows your shoulders, Duct Tape Wallet, White Out (Just in case you feel like doodling on journals). .... Just don't sniff it...
Thats Junx. From Gravy Train !!!. Great Music. Anyways. I think he would look good with the outfit and tattoo I picked out for him. But I know he probably wouldn't wear it because hes a bit of a bowtie nerd. That Pasta noodle!
Nony Tochterman looks like a quilt blanket to me. A really giant quilt that covers a whole building. Feather & Sugar Cotton filled. At the bottom is Kids playing with brilliant red chalk, and some boring glue over their cotton balls.
Baggy Pants Baggy Character Shirts Girls with Guy Appeal (^Suspenders, Guy Hats) Country + Drug Combo Pink Mohawk // Tied back Mullet Overload of Unpopular Characters Weighted down with accessories Old school Rap Kicks
Its similar to Moss Blocks... but a little darker. I just can't get that freckled moth girl out of my head. She keeps popping in my head.
This one is a little more shattered.... but I wanted it to be Animal and Elegant & Sheer at the same time. It was extremely hard finding images for this one.
It fees like the earth is rotating backwards. And colors are leaking from my nose, eyes, and ears. And the time was stabbed or something, and is limping by slowly. I'm still in story mode... So I'm being a little dramatic. I'll be better soon. c:
Futuristic Outline of your anorexic body. Full clean hair, silky and gorgeous falls to your feet. Its thick in the wind. Buttons. Surgeons off duty. Warm Campfire floating ashes in the air.
Dear Humans. Today I learned that Humans can fly. A child with a shiny red cape. I wish I could run forever without feeling my bones ache. I also learned that FLAPJACK is the cutest little cartoon character ever. "what are you doing??" "exercising my hug muscles" I thought he was just plain creepy. But hes reeeeallly cute. I suddenly find myself talking like him. WOOOOOWWW He says wow so cute! hehe *giggle* *Puts on Cotton candy Lipgloss* I think its nonsense to put lipgloss on your lips when your just going to lick it off. But I do it anyways. My septum nose captive bead ring is bugging the CRAP out of me. I'm hoping to get these for my nose: (they are jelly yo so they don't get cold in the snow. o-o)
Sparkles aaaaannnnnd jelly. A world of awesome combined!! Hm that reminds me. I wish bubble furniture was still made. hehe I had bubble everything when I was like 10.
And furry shirts. I have a blue fur tanktop. You had to pick the PERFECT day to wear it. Because your body had to stay cool (because the tank was hoooottt), but your arms had to stay warm (because there was no sleeves).It was baby blue hehe. I think I had a hot pink one too. Oh oh and those crunchy shirts. They look tiny, like baby size, but when you put them on its magic. Weeee. They still sell them but sadly they always have poopy colors. Otherwise I'd tottally find a way to mix that clothing peice into my daily wear. *Sigh* I miss the 90's/2000's. I had a clear roller backpack that was pink. Planners with water sparkles in it. Highlighters and fur pens. Scrunchies. Key chains. Beanie Babies. I was a cool kid man. Hehe Well. I still am... lol But its best not to totally FORGET about your past wear. Even if you think its CRAZY, I mean... there has to be SOME reason that you wore that outfit. Think, and when you find that inspiration... that reason, try to build a modern outift passed on an old outdated outfit. I do it alllllll the time. Its one of the many things that stick me out of a crowd. (Im the neon candy baby, grudge rocker, or cute punk girl... depending on the day) YAY for sticking out like a sore thumb!!
I had this dream that I was in a gang. More of a name then actual combat. I was their leader, Amoeba. Our graffiti and stickers littered everything. The SPACE CUNTS owned. We sold drugs to neon druggies, soaking in the green sun. I lived under the ultra violet light. I wore sparkles and jewls. I had tata decorations, long and beautiful. I wore my strange beauty with pride, and others naturally followed me. Not just my style, but my way of life. I allured my victims in. With my boyish tan. Freckles littered my body, face. The color of coffee. I wore rags and white leather. Hardly anything more then necessary. I was fast and bright. Blind white eyes, but still able to see.
I had a moth tattoo on the back of my neck. I wore medical gloves under my white and blood soaked fist bandages. I loved boxing. Kick boxing. Anything where I could get a good punch in. My art studio was perfect. WIDEWIDE doors. Paint Splatters. Fake Leaf hangings. And I could see into the nerdy neighbors room... right next to my room. I often stalked her. Rosy cheeks and mousy brown hair. An uninteresting girl. She was playing with the small kids on the pond at the edge of the roof (The roof was very very big. Slanted and shingled. I know... it doesn't make any sense. LOL) Anyways, I suprised her when I popped out my window screen, inviting her in. She came in. She blabbed on and on and on. All I wanted to do was quietly lay on the sheets next to her, but she wouldn't shut up. After that, I couldn't get rid of her. Everyday she came, a vampire babypopped up. They looked like rabbits almost. They bit me softly. Like biting a marshmellow. She kept visiting me. And Soon I was overwelmed with Rabbits. When they ran away... I was no longer in my art studio. But in my grandparents common room. Aunts and Uncles ran around. They where dull to me. I locked them away from me by locking my grandmother's front and back door. Then on a secret line, I talked to HIM. He questioned me about the child i kept in the basement, and that fake vampire rabbit. Then I woke up.
I had a terrifying dream last night. I was in my grandmother's basement. It was so cold, gloomy, and I was going insane. I felt like tearing the bedsheets and clawing my nails into the brick. I lived in a dusty chair, and I was making a mess of my skimpy clothes. Every time someone tried to come down the stairs over the gate, I would scream, yell, and throw things at them. My yelling was so loud and demanding, they looked frightened, so they left me alone. Usually. I HATED them. I wanted them to fall over, go some place far far far away from me. So while I was taking a very PLEASING shower by myself, I called HIM. Now, I don't remember what his name was... but he was a murderer. Not some gangster... more classy. Though, he was sure a pig with women. Not me, of course. Cause I was the one who demanded he be my prince, and he LIKED that I could be controlling, so he fell in love with me. We were deeply in this sort of twisted love. I plowed up the basement stairs and yelled at my family. Looking at them made me disgusted. Filthy little vermin. "Get up at 8. SHARP!" I barked at them. They were surprised I was willing to speak with them. Seeing how I hated their guts. Did they have hope that I would love them again? Not after they did this to me. It practically had broke my weak soul, and all that was left of me was this angry, emotional shell. While they were getting ready, I snuck out and hopped in the front seat of HIS convertible. Criminals were in the other seats. They killed everyone with their guns and bombs, and I sat there, blood splattering on his and my clothes. He laughed at the site of dying people, and touched my emotional face, instantly soothing me.
I HATE This dream. It felt like I was so sad and crazy, When I woke up I realized I had been crying in my sleep. All of my covers were gone. I was still shaking and crying.