oh rose, thou art sick

so, besides listening to a lot of janet jackson / fiona apple / other "annoying" stuff while my fiance is out of town, i also end up listening to a lot of the music i LOVE that he considers "weird" - like coil. this song has been my constant companion for the last two days ... actually this whole album has been - it shifts perfectly from their more industrial songs to the ones that match this rain we've been having perfectly. i was complaining to my best friend about how much it hurts me that we will never get to see coil live & her response was "but blaire! coil will play for us in HEAVEN!!"

AND THAT IS WHY SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND!

ps - is it weird that i consider this a dance song?

pss - guess who can't sleep alone? and ends up staying awake watching stupid things on hulu? until her eyes feel like bleeding? and also eats a whole pint of ice cream while doing so? siiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

after dark

spending the day hair dyeing / shirt crafting / treat eating / shit talking with my best friend and i could not be more excited!

hippy johnny

so, this is my best friend jessica emerald (aka wife, witch sister, fig, angelcot) modeling for luxury jones, a previously portland-based, GORGEOUS clothing line designed by the darling nichole dimitras. she has since relocated to california (it seems that everyone is sick of our little rose city) and beyond being fucking amazingly talented she is one of the sweetest women i've ever met. go to her website (LUXURY JONES) look at her stunning collection, and lust after every last piece. i certainly do.

also: look at those platforms!!! fucking a-maz-ing.