7. If you really wanna kill yourself...

Watch the news, I believe that if you exposed yourself to every bad thing in this world, and really soaked it in, you would die of remorse for this world and other people.

*I don’t advise this, it was just a thought.

6. Grey Art

Alex Grey

New York based artist. He's a genius. Recently, my boyfriend 
showed me some of his stuffafter visiting his actual 
gallery in New York city(now moved to upstate New York). 
I am continuously impressed and scared. 
His work speaks for itself. 

age 5, self portrait

age 20, self portrait

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5. all for the children

I am a fan.

I own a pair myself.

They're the burgundy cloth vegan style - not currently sold.

The comapany has a beautiful soul, and i encourage and support them to the utmost extent. My only complaint is that for people like myself who are not carnivores, our selection of shoes is extremely limted.

I am running out of TOMS to buy!

Though, this is excusable due to the companies basis:

owner, Blake, delivers shoes to children suffering across the globe from a disease they concoct from lack of shoes. They get the money to make this a possibilty from us buying their shoes - full price. I love it.

4. The Virgin Suicides

Great Book. Supposedly great movie? (I've yet to view it.)

Check it out.

It has this whole not real, eerie, attractive, addictive quality.

The basis is five sisters all commit suicide. (Don't worry i didn't ruin anything - Eugenides tells you that in the first few pages.) The narrator is never defined; it is a group of now gown-up teenage boys that were, simply enough, infatuated with these girls. The narration work is impressive along with the fact that Eugenides told the story backwards. Both difficult feats which he performs flawlessly. Read it. You won't be dissapointed.

...

Summer.

Kat, Me, Katie.

Yes, my two best friends names are variations of my name.

Damn our parents.

3. where does the time go?

I'm pretty sure i made a promise to myself that I would blog.. what happened? Oh right.. school. It's death. Complete death. So this is what i figure, I go to school five days a week for seven hours each day which comes out to be 35 hours. Then tack on the extra hour or two three days a week I spend after school. Which comes out to be about forty hours. Then add on all the hours I spend doing homework, projects, studying, etc. Let's say that's an extra eighteen hours, I figure three hours each night and three hours over the weekend. So that gives us 58 hours of school every week. An adult who works a 9-5 job five days a week doesn't even put out that much time. How is an emotional, hormonal sixteen year old girl supposed to handle this? I'm perplexed by these statistics. And my favorite part is that when our parents& teachers say to us (when wedon't get the best grade) "oh well try studying a little more". I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that spending fifty eight hours out of my week was considered emotionally or physichaly healthy. Your right! Let me go put in an extra six hours. Gosh, what was i thinking!? Isn't life about enjoying yourself? About having a little fun? When does time for yourself come into play? When does life become enjoyable? I turned sixteen three days ago. I'm terrified. I now have exactly two years to figure out exactly what it is i want to do for the rest of my life. That thought is probably the most uncomfortable thought in the history of thoughts. Because then what happens when what i chose is all wrong for me, or what if I get tricked into thinking it's right and then get out into the work force and realize how terribly wrong it is? My mind is an electron. Thoughts are bouncing everywhere a million miles per hour. I don't remember the last time i found tranquility in my mind. Life has officially lost the 'sparkle'. It's grey, bleak. So bleak. Time is slipping away every minute and all I can do is sit here and let it slip, but i suppose that's the purpose of time. For now all we, as subjects to this world, can do is try our best to filter out all the bullshit and enjoy life. I know. It's hard, goodluck.

2. most powerful&dangerous thing in the world

Life isn't about what you have, in the end it's all taken by the ones you love most anyway. It's about who, everything you had, is going to. It's about the people that make you, well you. These people are your crutches. No one can fend for themselves entirely. We need human communication, we need love. Love is the most powerful& most dangerous thing in the world. Don't be cynical. Embrace it.