mo-no-ga-my is not-for-me

i haven't been this spent in a long time, waking up with contact lenses dried onto my irises, a sandpapery throat, questionable contents in my stomach, but lipstick (surprisingly) still well intact. biggest love to joseph for providing the place to crash after the most delirious night out. i made it past the temple this time! huzzah!

1) yesterday i watched oliver sweep-dance the stage, realised a voice could glow when romy sang, and got stupidly, marvellously stunned by jamie's magic fingers. i had waited very long for this, and the entire time, i was torn between wanting to cry and screaming in the crazed way only an obsession could muster. it was all very intense, very beautiful. i told a lot of people i was happy that night.


o crap i left my merch with nigel.

2) annabelle turned 21 recently and she had the most adorable birthday party. happy birthday, angel ♥














can you tell that i am experimenting a bit too much with the editing sigh

3) pictures are from my new toy. this is her:



and these were the first few shots that she took:


that's dad and the guy who sold her to me


here's me looking rather confused and with new neck swag


here's home


here's more of home


here's a fake orchid that mom bought that i actually really like

that's all for now. i'm really hungry and will go graze around until i decide to get my ass out of the door to get proper food, i.e. garlic naan with palak paneer mmm palak paneer