it's said that the dream catcher holds the destiny of the future.

for valentine's day last february i made this dream catcher for john out of parts of nature stolen from the canyon. and then in april john bought me a camera for no reason and these were the very first pictures i took. unfortunately i'm not native american and i didn't fully wiki the dream catcher vibes when i made this, and i'm just now realizing i've been seriously fucking with my own destiny ever since february.

apparently these things will catch your dreams in the web, and the morning sunlight will burn off the bad dreams and go away forever and the good ones keep hanging out in the strings and feathers, waiting for you to sleep again so they can tackle your brain with good dreams. good dreams turn into good visions, ideas, real life, futures.
ever since i made this it's been hanging in a very wrong spot, where the morning sunlight can't see it in order to take away all the bad shit. i fixed this situation immediately three days ago and hung it in the window by our bed.

since then this happened: john voluntarily mopped the floor, neighbor steve and amy gave me the biggest inspiration in life, renee came to town, i'm coming up on what's going to be the best weekend ever, falahee just gave me a $50 bill, and kimmy just told me she heard that chloe sevigny is starting her own clothing line. HOLY SHIT !!

plant an avocado seed

happy birthday to an extremely fashionable spirit. share flair everyday.


i do think she'll marry you once she gets to the after life.

nicolas ghesquiere

don't forget that Balenciaga is still killing it

little sister, the fates are calling on you

i fucking saw patti smith last night for the first time with my very own eyeballs. i've thought long and hard about this and it's true, she's my all time longest standing girl crush ever. basically the coolest girl in the world. even when she sang some shit about power to the people at the end and was waving her arms around all gay. it made me high five a stranger standing next to me. it also confirmed the idea i've been having that maybe i want to be a hippie. i've been trying to display this feeling lately by searching for native american inspired jewelry on ebay.





and i feel like just some misplaced joan of arc

monday

sometimes bad days happen, and sometimes things suck really bad and you don't know why it's happening to you. maybe no one understands and you can't even talk about it out loud. that's when you should make an elaborate fish dinner only for yourself and drink cold white chardonnay with it. it worked for me anyways, i'm very alone and pretty stoked.

soldiers come quickly

lately all i want to do is be at a rilo kiley concert with brian barber. some of these songs are so great in a guitar solo-teen angst-juliana hatfieldish kind of way. i should probably be writing about something more cool like bat for lashes... sorry.

let's start with the bears and the air and mountains, rivers, and streams.