Lil' ol' me and my sister, Sophia, went out to the local neighborhood tree. It's a dreamy lookbook of the end of summer and nature altogether. Them's are the photos that we took:
this one reminds me of woodshock which I'd really like to see but *cough cough* it isn't in any theatres in my city. (Photo taken/edited by Alexandria Cook aka me.)
guatemala koala (by Sophia)
My beautiful sister ha she's so gay (by me)
My sister took this one and it reminds me of when I seven years old when it was July and all i could smell was cut grass and the prickles of caterpillars (by sophia)
crevices and craters of wooden hollows (by me).
almost a polaroid. (by sophia)
foliage. (by me)
Photography from two memes. These photographs were a homage to childhood and autumn turnings and last but not least... crippling depression.
Howdy! I haven't posted in awhile but I got a million photo's that I've to my computator that show my recent daydreams come to life. None of these photos/videos are mine (yikes) but they all influence the way that I dress/decorate my life in the last couple of weeks. A lotta solid colours for the fall season.
So here it goes:
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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.
So summer's here and I remembered 'bout this ol' bloggerooo that I haven't posted on in decades. I'm 15 years old, in love, and very happy. Why? Well, you see, kids, people for ages have been asking the question: "Why am I here? Why are any of us on the polka dot that is Earth?" and the occasional "How much is an asiago bagel at Paneras and a drink to go, I'm parched."
The answer was right there all along, unlike a suprise geometry pop quiz on chapter 8, lesson 2. The answer to why any of us are here is simple. Love. And that sounds like some hippy nonsense, but I mean it. Finding people that surround you with a sudden erosion of discomfort and give you warm embraces, people who care about you and you in return give them the love they give you. Diagrams of human anatomy from vintage 1980s science text books, pearl earrings, pink lemonade, the beaches in Venice. Those are all physical delicacies that don't matter. The only thing that counts is true love.
And I've found true love in Mark Bellemare. He's the only man, human in fact that's worth a damn. He makes life worth it, his smile is enough to melt the whole world. That's just what Mark is meant to do.
Well, it is summer after all and we went a-walkin' over to the local thrift shop. A day on the town, a quick Sunday stroll. This is how the day started, but from the moment I stared, captivated by his dravite eyes I could tell it was going to be one of the most blissful days of my life.
He brought an ol' canon camera along with him. I had already captured a few snapshots, in fact mental pictures, but we captured a couple o' slivers of our day. Overall, I want to share an image of bliss and an example of how true happiness and purpose looks like so here's we's goes:
Some of these photos are serious, like my favourite radio contraction thingy-mic-bob, SiriusXM Radio. This one is one of those photos.
Cracking abrir un resfriado con los chicos in a local Taco Bell.
The classic face of a man in his raw mid-life crisis.
The classic face of a homeless man in his raw full life crisis.
A genuine smile caused my the man, the myth, the legend: Mark Bellemare. (a note: my hand is lowkey spocking the moment, just a quick observation.)
g l u g.
you already know what's up.
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I look like I know where the piano is in this photo.
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riddle of the model
I'm so in love with Mark that i'm taking handle of the tall glass of water that he is in this one.
ew smile
no comment for many reasons
Non-spons from Nike. This is like the word "lesbian" in sign language but it's a little off, like a bisexual girl.
a famous technique when tasting the smells of the fresh prince Taco Bell air.
I'm not dent-sure where I was going with this.
When I was ten years old, my parents took me to Disney world. I cried the whole time. I was not able to comprehend the beauty that was before me. I just wanted... to go home. Which is this Mexican man's arms.
This looks like a peachy keen shot from a dream sequence, oh wait.
I'll have H20, on the rocks, please.
*sexual innuendo*
actual Taco Bell advertisement ft. the actual Taco Bell dog.
In a moment of bliss we sat in the driveway, dancing, rolling, loving in the rain. That moment is worth more than all of the paintings in the Louvre, worth more than every nickel in the US, more than the bible, more than all-star memes.
lucky charm
Before alchoholics anonymous.
GOD HIS SMILE IS A MILLION STARS
you sly fox.
smudge and arrogant
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This ni🅱️🅱️a's bout to get freaking deported cos the Taco Bell police gon' get 'im.
When you try to cover your face with white to look caucasion so you don't get deported.
After Alcoholics Anonymous.
And did I mention he's an actual model?
oh Papa John, dreaming about crisp pepperone
I like the compostition of this shot, it's one of the favourites in my collection mwahahaha
cOLlaR BOnE
Arrest this man! This is against student code of conduct, this bic is outta dress code. I know I'M destracted.
1924 Colorized: Papa John vs Taco Bell supreme court case; attractive man, Papa, steals krabby patty formula from taco bell in a whirl hoping it sells as a side order at his new restraunt.
Kevin and the Zits
A close up of attraction
memes are drems in disguise
white people, am I right?
so gorgeous, true majesty
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noice tongue, guy
Lost In Translation, 2003.
These closeups are giving me butterflies in my stomache from partially missing him so much but from the rush of love to the head he brings from his presence.
RIP he's mourning the loss of his white mother
when they ask for a cup of tea and you pop out hoping you're their favourite drink
Wizard
he's like a million lighting bugs
A photo of Mark trying to take a sneak peak at my feet
when they call you by your street name
me weighing the decision of whether I should get rid of my tumor or let it kill me
enchanting
outfit details: skinny jeans from emo-sound influences, Nike caucasian shoes from his closet, button up groovy top from thrift shop trip as well as his corduroy navy blue jacket. Luscious hair from genetics, intense allure from being Mark Tortilla Bob Ross Nice Pond. Mailbox came with the house.
praise the sun
gone with the wind
I don't even know what to say, I'm speechless
Throwing Dandelion Seeds in an (Mark) Asshtray Forest
a true, skilled balletist
he's actually quite the dancer
ladies, gentlemen, and life on Mars: Mark the Machine Bellemare
prank
half past freckle
still flat
tender petrichor ruffles of majesty
the game is a-foot, my dear Watson
euphoric visions
gang symbols nOt in My CHriStian suburbs
even though it's not in focus, he's the only thing I can ever focus on.
All My Loving
tasting hair has never been easier.
also dear god he's such a sight.
a guide to achieve emo
blurryface who?
p·a·r·f·a·i·t
juggling with one hand
POPPIN COLLARS LIKE THE 80$ BOIO
how did such a miracle happen I'm bewildered by his existance
*click* aw, you blinked, damn it now that's in my brain forever
I'm glad he's in my life because nothing would be better.
crush
these collections of photos remind me of a La Dispute song because of the dreary nostalgic setting and the beauty, provided by Mark Bellemaine
My mom looked at this photo and asked me if Mark was high when this photo was taken and yes.
yes he is.
HIGH ON LIFE.
ha get prankt
Lawn and Order
Mark grass
Classic Mexican, always at the gardening.
The composition of this one confuses my opinion on the photo because the setting is unclear, but the textures and colour add a certain effect that makes me go "hey, that's pretty good." but then again, Mark is in it so it's a 24 karat golden photograph, no doubt.
