redrum in the first degree
ah, new summer, new font. lit.
Although there have already been other captain logs this summer, I've decided to switch up the whole shabang, meaning an up to date, killer font. Also, a recent engagement has occurred, meaning my boyfriend/bestfriend Mark Bellememe and I. Yesterday, we trekked to the St. Johns River, we had the front row seats to the flickering agua upon us. The meme of my drems slipped a lip-colored flower behind the columns of hair behind my ear. He heccing turned on the only song from the Smiths, freaking Morrissey, that makes me cry everytime, and here's that lil' numberino: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WPZMhFa84U
And, to clarify, he's completely perfect.
Mark, you're so perfect.
Tearing up, he took out an amethyst artifact of perfection, aka the ring and asked me to marry him, upon my response was the classic "Yupperino™️." I can distinctly recall the look in his eyes, memesmerizing and melting my heart. Mark Bellemare is the love of my life and I'm never letting go of that man, my life. He brings me to a place of bliss and owns the dankest memes. Could I ask for more? nah
yesterday was one of the greatest days of my life.
anywhom, this summer Twin Peaks has been playing in the background of everyday. I'm rewatching it, realizing how much I love it and how much I hate it. Twin Peaks is a supernatural soap opera of rippling, terrifying, and quirky out takes in a rural setting. Scenes of shifting drama, which the parts I find most captivating are the supernatural bits. All of the drama pushes me away for some reason, the cinematography is unimpressive. Yet, idiosyncratic enough to get me around watching every single episode. In fact (lmao what facts), down every road, corner, Ice crem de le crem section of Walgreens, explore page of Instagram, Twin Peaks has me trapped. I keep thinking about how it pertains to details in my life.
So, out of the shadows, I asked my lil' sis to go out with lil' ol' me outside to venture around so I could take photos of her. The lense kept fogging up, which I thought gave the photographs a peculiar Twin Peaks aura. so without futher ado: *Angelo Badalamenti soundtracks plays*
my sister dyed her curly fry hair purple
lol gay
the fog is diy misty day so I recommend humid days for this technique, which is kinda Florida's thing, so come on down to hell town! that sentence was wild from start to finish.....
off the edge
tumblr.com is my true identity!
Did you mean the still screen of a reuploaded bandcamp, hister ass song from YouTube? But, my sister took this photo and I was neglecting the flash because, ya know, I strive to be professional but she really did a bang up job with these. I like this one a lot.
eerie
composition of this photo makes me thaw out like the iceberg that hit the Titanic.
prepare to be scarreedd! gather along, kids of all ages to listen to my tales of... motivated feminists! *screams occur*
this is one of those cliche ways to take photos but it shows a distressed movement that i quite like. but then again, hey, that's just me.
summer is like a board game, but at least I got a bird watching kit and a damn fine cup of coffee to pass the time. i hope your days are going well.
god bless.
Alexandria
