I'm Sick Of Being The Bitch You Think I Am

So I have been going through a serious Kate Nash obsession lately and I found a lot of pretty things on Tumblr the other day and well so this happened....

-Ann

Because You Don't Feel Pretty, You Just Feel Used

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Photographic Fantasy

I just love the look of this photograph. The room she is in is so plain except for a small collection of framed pictures. Not only is the setting simple, so is the model. She isn't wearing fancy makeup or a special outfit. She's not even wearing a shirt. I just find it to be so mysterious and somewhat heart braking if you look closely on the girl's expression.

This one is a bit more interesting setting wise yet I find the facial expression of the model to be the most attracting. She seems in such deep thought. I have assumed she is reminiscing on past mistakes. The entire picture is so serene ad almost calming that I can't help but love it.

Hands down, this is my new favorite photograph of all time. I can't exactly pinpoint why but it just is. One reason why I took such a liking towards it is for I have always wanted to be in a band or maybe it is just because that pink electric guitar is rad.

I like the story of this one. The facial expression is hidden therefor, the viewer isn't able to assume the feelings this model has about these photographs. I find love it.

-Ann

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She Must Have Been Extraordinarily Beautiful Because The Mask She Wore Was Hideous

Here are my thoughts lately. I apolagize how unorganized and random they can be. Lately, everything seems to be mixed up in my head.

I really don't feel satisfied with myself at the moment. Not in the way that I hate myself but in the sense that I can't stand what I am making. I love blogging don't get me wrong but I am upset and unsatisfied for I just don't exactly want to wait for the things I want to do. You could possibly compare me to the song "Vienna" in which Billy Joel musically describes a child who is just so excited to start life. I am no doubt in the mindset of just a young girl who doesn't want to wait for life to begin.

I want to paint and write and take photos and make photo sets and videos. I want to write poetry in a cemetery or something or suddenly become a good singer and be in a band that wears an insane amount of eyeliner and makes you think of death and gets you all sad and stuff. I want to write songs and monologues and short videos and watch as the performers make my own work come to life and get all the credit so I can just sit there and be happy. 

With the theme of things that I want to create and experience in my time here on planet Earth, I am going to go to the ending paragraph from one of my favorite novels of all time, "Its Kind Of A Funny Story" by Ned Vizzini "Okay, I know you're thinking, "What is this? Kid spends a few days in the hospital and all his problems are cured?" But I'm not. I know I'm not. I can tell this is just the beginning. I still need to face my homework, my school, my friends. My dad. But the difference between today and last Saturday is that for the first time in a while, I can look forward to the things I want to do in my life. Bike, eat, drink, talk. Ride the subway, read, read maps. Make maps, make art. Finish the Gates application. Tell my dad not to stress about it. Hug my mom. Kiss my little sister. Kiss my dad. Make out with Noelle. Make out with her more. Take her on a picnic. See a movie with her. See a movie with Aaron. Heck, see a movie with Nia. Have a party. Tell people my story. Volunteer at 3 North. Help people like Bobby. Like Muqtada. Like me. Draw more. Draw a person. Draw a naked person. Draw Noelle naked. Run, travel, swim, skip. Yeah, I know it's lame, but, whatever. Skip anyway. Breathe... Live." 

So after having made a list of things, I am realizing what I really want to do: I want to breathe. I want to live. At the end of the book, Craig, the main character comes to the same realization I just did. These actions were given to me to complete and I should take them for they are mine. As groan worthy as it sounds, you can set anything you put your mind to. 

My head is kind of just mixed up at the moment and I don't even know what I am like anymore to the point where I become almost like a mirror in which I reflect what others want to see. I dress and act differently around different people to the point where I have almost lost a personality and just been a chameleon towards others. 

This post could be renamed "Ann Gets Really Random and Writes Her Mixed Up Thoughts Down Alongside Pictures Of Girls"

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