we drink too much and fuck too soon. smoke cigarettes in rented rooms. we quit our jobs and shoot the moon and cut our wrists and sleep 'til noon. there's a shield around us. we are heady we are groundless & we burn our friends & kill their names. build insecure & petty fames & tattoo things that we believe. stars & skulls & hearts in half-sleeves
They are walking the runways for huge designers and traveling all over the world and making money and doing fabulous things. What have I done? I’ve gone to school for 11 years of my life?
Um, excuse me, but that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Why would you rather be a brainless model walking the runway because they you to over being an intelligent person? I cherish all my years of school and being an intelligent human being, or at least I like to think I’m intelligent. Then again, I’m a nerd.
Wow. I usually ignore these posts because you never win with these sort of people. But I’d like you to find me some proof that models are ‘brainless’. Really. You say you’re so smart, find me some data to back up your claim.
And there are tons of rules and restriction for young models to make sure that they are still getting an education while they are working. Just because someone chooses to pursue a career in fashion does not mean they are less intelligent than someone who say, wants to be a doctor.
Wow, that is not what I meant at all. I’m sorry you took it that way. I didn’t say that all models were brainless. I only said that because whoever typed up the original post was complaining that all they did was go to school for 11 years, which is not such a bad thing in my mind. I didn’t mean to say that models weren’t smart. I’m sure there are rules and restrictions. I was just trying to say that school is important too.
You just dug yourself into a huge hole. I was the one to make that original post. I do very much value my education. But I also value my other interests, one of them being fashion.
You can reblog this again but I’m not going to bother replying. Like I said, it’s impossible to win.
i dont like when people say “i dont get women/i dont get men” because there really isnt any difference between men and women. apart from the obvious. but at the end of the day not all guys want sex, football and beer. and not all women want love, clothes and kittens. what you really mean to say, is you dont understand anyone but yourself.
- 15-year-old northern hipsters blogging about triangles, fairy glitter dust, and i-D editorials. most frequent annoyance; the posting of ‘drunken’ antics and photos of ash fucking stymest
- blogs based entirely on the consistent flooding of dashboards with thousands upon thousands of uncredited photos of cupcakes, hello kitty dolls and CHANEL PURCHASES YOU HAVE NEVER AND WILL NEVER OWN
- tumblarity-obsessed socially-inadequate retards. i am not interested in your ‘debates’ surrounding the condemnation of religion and all fat people deserving the death penalty and will not succumb to your attempt at controversial debating. fuck off and get some 3-Dimensional friends
When you kiss someone - really kiss someone, and let yourself just fall completely into the moment - it effects all your senses.
Obviously you’ve got touching and tasting, they’re the reason you’re doing this. There’s that hovering second beforehand when you catch each other’s eye, and suddenly instinctively you just know it’s gonna happen, neither of you could explain what triggered it, but one of you will look at the other a certain way, and then you’ll just move towards each other, and then you’re being more intimate with each other than you ever have before. Aside from going down on someone, I’d argue kissing is the most intimate you can ever be with a person. You can have sex without even looking at them, without your body even being too close to theirs apart from the bits that matter; but kissing requires consistent facial contact. You can become aware of how you breathe, and how they breathe, and all the time they’re right there in front of you. You can run your fingers through their hair, keep them pulled against you, or just let yourself explore their body in a way that is not erotic, but curious and appreciative. You move slowly at first, because you’re wondering what the other person is going to be like, and then you find a rhythm together and you follow it. This is all subconscious - you’re not thinking anything at all.
So there’s tasting and touching, but everything else goes with it. A particularly nice perfume will engage your sense of smell, for example. Your sight completely enhances things no matter what your eyes are doing; if they’re open, you’re seeing this person just giving themselves to you, and if their eyes are open then your eyes will meet and you’ll connect with each other. If they’re closed, you don’t have any visual distractions, so you can dip into the experience more.
Most fascinating for me, and the reason I wrote this diary, is sound. If you have a really good kiss - someone who’s delicate and passionate at the same time, who you totally click with, who you don’t want to end it with and start kissing them again sooner after they’ve stopped - you don’t hear anything else. It’s like a little blanket has been wrapped around the both of you, tethering you together and keeping you protected from outside. It just seems so quiet.
I sometimes take my kisses with Becky for granted, because there’s no intrigue there, and what I mean by that is that if I go to kiss her, I know she’ll kiss me back (obviously, and vice versa). But I’ll still completely lose myself every time I feel her lips on mine because I love to be kissed, and I love when you’re with someone that way and you’re not distracted by anything but them.
I had a dream that I kissed an old friend of mine called Tasha, and had one of those block-out-the-sound kisses. Then, in the dream, I woke up and started to write a diary entry called ‘The Kissing Attack’, where I talked about how all the senses get affected. And so when I woke up for real, I couldn’t resist manifesting that ^_^