Messy.
Candles.
Jack.
Family.
Friends.
God.
Shoes.
Hair.
Books.
ipod.
Old coats.
Vintage dresses.
'50's burlesque.
Costumes.
Painting myself.
Wine.
Good food.
Music.
Laugh (loudly).
Lipstick.
Glasses.
Rolling cigarettes.
Art.
My living statue myspace.
Heroes and villains.
Lovers and fighters.
Cats and dogs.
Dark and white chocolate.
Artists and posers.
Coffee and tea.
Light and dark.
Innies and outies.
Yin and yang.
Walkers and runners.
Winners and losers.
Right now I am in love with a few bands... for different reasons. Maybe they inspire me to write; made me weep; are amazing guys to hang out with; are what I listen to as I prepare to standstill for hours; remind me of home when times were simpler; make me want to fall in love to their soundtrack. These bands are as follows:
Sigur Ros
The Dresden Dolls
The 88
The Ditty Bops
Imogen Heap
Tori Amos
Rufus Wainwright
Damien Rice
Fiona Apple
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I love movies that I either ridiculously identify with, or that help me escape completely. Some of the highlights; Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Lord of the Rings, Narnia, To Kill a Mockingbird, Tim Burton films (all of them), ..... .....
TV shows I'm kind of addicted to, and a little embarrassed to admit; Arrested Development, Friends, Seinfeld, Sex and the City, Greys Anatomy....
I love to read. I pick up a book, and it's like I'm seeing an old friend. Seeing, and smelling, and carressing... it's kind of a dependant relationship, actually. I love Goodnight Moon, still. I love reading and re-reading the Lord of the Rings and Narnia, I love old english fluff novels written by women about the victorian pursuit of men. I'm on an american novel kick. Trying to figure out what "The Greatest American Novel" really is. To Kill a Mockingbird shattered me. The Great Gatsby made me appreciate my life.... I hate HATE russian authors. They can all freeze in hell, for all I care. Yes, I am quite possibly the only mildly "well-read" person in the entire universe that abhores the russian authors. Or maybe just the only one that admits it. I'm not scared.
I have a lot of heroes, again, for different reasons; some make me happy they are who they are; some have overcome so much just to take another breath; some have written the greatest books; some are in whom I put my faith, trust, and belief; some I just love deeply. Who knows, you might be one of my heroes.