Thursday, March 28, 2013

Legend of Korra

Yesterday, my friend Simon came over to hang out with me for a couple of hours. It was super nice! We talked, smoked and I made dinner for the both of us that we engulfed as we watched the first episode of Legend of Korra. There's no secret that I'm a dork at heart, so I couldn't really contain my excitement when I finally got to re-watch the first episode of that amazingly awesome show. I was practically bouncing up and down in my chair, making stupid sounds of pure joy. Honestly though, Legend of Korra is so beautifully made. The animation is simply gorgeous and it's well-balanced with action, drama and humour. And personally, I think it's a great sequel of Avatar: The Last Airbender and if anyone think differently you're lying, go sit in a corner and think about your life choices. So, if you're ever feeling bored and want to get time going and feel like watching a great show, I suggest you go ahead and watch this one!

Here's a little teaser for you, the opening sequence of Legend of Korra!




Song of the Day

City and Colour - Little Hell



Wednesday, March 27, 2013

S C R E A M I N G

The Wolverine - International Official Trailer



/rolls off into the black abyss of feels

Dir en grey - 「Unraveling」Teaser (CLIP)



OH MY GOD

I found a bunch of old and not-so-old gifs that I had forgotten all about!











Good morning Starshine, the Earth says 'hello'!

In my opinion, mornings are best spent by sitting on my porch with a big cup of coffee in hand, a cigarette between my fingers and Queen's song 'I Want to Break Free' playing in the background.
Those are the type of mornings that I want to wake up to, every single day.




Song of the Day

She Wants Revenge - Tear You Apart



Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Here's an update, you little shits

Wow, the past couple of days have been hectic like I don't even know. As I mentioned in a previous post; me and Elliot went to our friend's place to celebrate her Birthday and to party hard like it was our last day in the living. It was awesome, even though some not-so-good things happened. We had some really tasty white wine with us, it's called 'Tre Apor' here in Sweden but translates to 'Three Monkeys'. It's so good, ugh. So, anyway, Elliot managed to get me drunk. Yay, I guess, seeing as I've never been drunk before. I'm 20 years old and I had never been drunk before this Saturday, so now I can check that off the list of 'Things to Experience Before I Die'. I also got to take a puff of some pot someone had brought, and I can tell you guys that I was so incredibly happy after that it was ridiculous. The euphoria was over 9000! But, yeah, it was pretty stupid of me to mix pot and alcohol, so naturally I eventually got dizzy and nauseous and threw up. No worries, though. I handled the situation well, even Elliot was surprised with how calm I was about the whole thing. What can I say? I'm Batman, I can handle everything.

Me and Elliot finally went home after a good couple of hours of pure awesomeness and crashed in bed after the long way back to my house. We slept away most of the next day and when we managed to get up we had such a craving for pizza, holy shit. So, of course, we went to get some. I almost had a food orgasm because it was so good. We watched The Exorcism of Emily Rose - which is one of my absolute favourite movies, just fyi - in the meantime as we ate and we also managed to stuff our faces with ice cream afterwards. I feel pretty bad for Elliot though, he was so hung over whilst I felt perfectly fine. I guess I'm lucky to be my Mother's child, she never gets hung over. Huheuheuheuh.

Elliot stayed over one more night and the bigger part of Monday we just chilled and cuddled. But we decided that we needed to get out of the house for a bit and went to buy cigarettes - which he payed for, the butthead -  and to look for a place to eat. Obviously, we ordered pizza, but we also asked for a large plate of french fries on the side. It sounded like a good idea at the time. And in the middle of eating, Elliot suddenly said "It's like we're celebrating.", I didn't get it at first, but then I catched on and burst out into laughter because we accidentally celebrated our first week of being together, without realizing it! It was so hilarious, I'm actually smiling as I'm writing this.

As we were eating, we suddenly heard a knock on the window and outside stood Emelie and Simon, smiling and waving at us, the dorks. We urged them to come inside, so they joined us at our table and ate the food that we were too full to eat. We left the restaurant after talking for a while, and after Elliot had payed - yes, he payed for that too, ugh - we accompanied Emelie to the bus to later follow Simon to the local grocery store where he bought some unhealthy things because why the fuck not. After, we went out to take a smoke and hang out for a while before Elliot and Simon would have to go. So we sat on a bench and talked about everything and nothing. Or, well, they did, I was pretty silent. Shit went down in my head and I got a panic attack. Woopi-fucking-doo. But Elliot, the superhero that he is, followed me home and stayed over one more night, just for me. SDkbjfgkbjgf, I can't even handle how sweet and beautiful he is, fucking Hell.

Elliot had to get up early, though. So, he woke me up to some cuddling and after putting on some clothes we went downstairs to get ourselves a big cup of coffee and take a smoke outside on my porch. I love doing that, especially if the sun shines right on my face. Of course, my bby-boy had to leave eventually and I followed him to the bus - which was late, to both our frustration because he had a meeting that he really needed to be on time to. It sucks to say goodbye, even to a person that you see regularly and that only lives about half an hour away. But I can't help it. Elliot makes me feel so good, he makes me happy beyond words and the love I have for him is infinite. Oh my God, I sound so cheezy, I'll stop now.





Song of the Day

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Californiacation



Saturday, March 23, 2013

P A R T Y

I am so stoked for tonight! Me and my boyfriend are going to a friend's place where she's going to have a party for her Birthday! The fun part of the whole party thing is that our friend had a Halloween party at her place last year, and that's where me and Elliot first met. It's going to be so nostalgic for us to go back there, ugh, I can't wait!
I'M GONNA DANCE DANCE DANCE WITH MY HANDS HANDS HANDS ABOVE MY HEAD HEAD HEAD



Song of the Day

Lady Gaga - Bloody Mary



Thursday, March 21, 2013

Song of the Day

Brett Dennen  - Heaven




Oodles of Doodles

Tattoo concept art for my boyfriend's character Charlie, who's still in development.
I picked up my pen yesterday and sketched a little and I gotta say that it felt good to draw something again, I haven't done that in a while. I've been thinking about posting pictures of my art here on my blog, so I hope that it'll be enjoyed.

I'm pretty happy about the idea I got for this. It's really too bad that I have no skills in how to draw tattoos in general though, and I can't draw anything related to space either, as you probably can tell. Other than the Lunar Eclipse, there's supposed to be stars and space stuffs inside the triangle but I seriously can't be bothered. Just, nope. I give up.

That's true love right there



Saturday, March 16, 2013

Song of the Day

Amanda Palmer - Astronaut




Chillin' with my new bro

I got a new friend yesterday that's been hanging out at my place. Well, more specifically, on my shoulder or in the hood of my hoodie or its pockets. He's a rat and his name is Kira. He's super cute and cuddle-friendly and really curious about his surroundings. He's been pitter-pattering along on my desk, scenting everything, and I've discovered that he's got a spot behind my computer screen where he likes to snooze. I kinda don't want to return him to my friend, but I know I'll have to, seeing as I'm going to my Dad's place anyway and can't bring him with me.

I think being close to animals is good for me, I feel happy and filled with positive energy. It's too bad my Mom won't let me have any pets. I believe it'd be good for me, to have something to come home to, something to love and take care of. And I wouldn't feel alone.

When I get my own place I hope to get a pet as quickly as I possibly can. I've got a few ones that I'd like to have, but I suppose it'd be better if I started with something small in the beginning. Like two ferrets. I've wanted to have a pair for a good couple of years now, actually. But if I could pick whatever I wanted, I'd really like to have a dog or two. Preferably a Pomeranian, Chow Chow or a Schipperke. Ugh, now I really can't wait to move out!





Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Changes can be good

I just recently got a haircut and even though I sat there on the chair hyperventilating with anxiety as my friends chopped strand after strand of hair off, I can say that I haven't felt this good about my looks for some time now. The change is radical, seeing as about 80% of my hair was cut off, but I feel so good about it. I needed the change. If I had known that I'd look so handsome and boy-ish I would've done it a long ass time ago. And yes, me looking like a boy is a good thing. The best thing, in fact. It makes me feel more comfortable in being gender-fluid and I'm surprised over me feeling less need to put on the amount of makeup that I used to hide behind before. My self-esteem is slowly, but steadily, raising from the dirt and it feels awesome.

BEFORE

AFTER





Monday, March 11, 2013

Exhausted

I am so incredibly tired. Tired of feeling lost and trapped and not knowing what the fuck to do. I feel like a bird, trapped in a cage with steel bars, I don't think I can explain it any better than that.
It's gotten to the point that I fear people, being in big crowds. I'm also beginning to feel claustrophobic, which is a really scary feeling, seeing as I've always considered my home and my own room as a comfort zone where I can relax and breathe, where I can feel safe and secure. Nowadays I despise these four walls that surrounds me and most of the time I want nothing more than to just get outta here.
I am so sick and tired of going through Hell practically every single day and expecting to relive it all again the next day. Anxiety and panic attacks are becoming something daily for me, something that I always have to go through apparently. I wonder if it'll feel normal for me eventually, that it'll feel odd the days when I don't end up hyperventilating and shaking like a leaf?
I'm just so tired of it all.