awww man I really want the ones on either side :X

(Source: rikapyon)

I thought I might wear my wig tomorrow on the way down to Ohayocon because we have to go in to get our hotel keys and such from the other people and I want to look cute right away. But I was afraid it would get all messed up, and it had already lost a bit of curl and gained flyaways, so I didn’t want to mess it up more. Then I had the great idea to try to and fix it now, so I wouldn’t have to find out at the hotel that I might need something I didn’t bring! So! I brushed it VERY GENTLY on the straight parts with my bristle brush (I don’t have any special wig goods I am lame and bad OTL) and then sat it up on my can of Godiva hot chocolate on the edge of my dresser, so the ends could hang down. I really didn’t want to get it all wet and such, so I took my half-filled water bottle, poured a bit in my hands, and started awkwardly patting down the curls. And goddamn. I could SEE them slowly going back into a curlier shape. And when I took smaller sections and curled them around my finger, they stayed that way. O___O So now it’s fixed and drying a bit. 

But seriously. Why can’t real hair work that way? 

Bought my first wig today! X3 I think it’ll be fun playing around with having long hair again, but I’ll probs only wear it at the con :3 (It’s this one btw, it wasn’t exactly my favorite but it’ll ship in 3 days, which I really need)

gummycthulhu:

straylittlejj:

Wearing Danchelle’s AP Aqua Princess~

*rubs on it* 8D

I’m so glad this coordinates with black pretty nicely. I just got the skirt inthe blue colorway and was a little worried it would be “too sweet” to coordinate with my mostly black and darker colored wardrobe. The black looks fantastic with it. Hurray!!

so pretty *_* maybe I should buy lolita stuff again… 

the band. (by Alli Jiang)

lolita fashion. (by Alli Jiang)

Day Two: A picture of you a year ago

Me at the end of last summer! Not ~quite~ a year, but close with summer break a week away. From a photoshoot done by my friend Emily :3 It was a lot of fun ^~^

absalomabsalom:

(via Covering Lolita: An Online Exhibit by Dieter E. Zimmer)

Over 150 covers of Nabokov’s Lolita. What I find particularly interesting is that some of the colors indicate that, in certain times and places, it was published explicitly as pornography.

Draw your own conclusions on what those times and places imply. 

Be still, my beating heart

“…I dissolved in the sun, with my book for fig leaf, as her auburn ringlets fell all over her skinned knee, and the shadow of leaves I shared pulsated and melted on her radiant limb next to my chameleonic cheek.”

 This picture immediately reminded me of one of my favorite quotes <3 Except this is a lovely representation instead of the creepy context of the novel. I’ve had a few kisses that have felt like this…. wyattwyatt<3

(Source: two-thirty)

So, my favorite quote is actually from Nabokov’s Lolita, a book I am feverishly in love with. But the quote is terribly long, and I’ve posted it before, so I figured I could punk out and type it:

“Once a perfect little beauty in a tartan frock, with a clatter put her heavily armed foot near me upon the bench to dip her slim bare arms into me and tighten the strap of her roller skate, and I dissolved in the sun, with my book for fig leaf, as her auburn ringlets fell all over her skinned knee, and the shadow of leaves I shared pulsated and melted on her radiant limb next to my chameleonic cheek.”

Some of the most beautiful lines I’ve ever read have come from this book - honestly it’s too much for me to express in a simple post. 

I did handwrite my second favorite quote though:

(ahaha I don’t even know if you can read it, god I put the least amount of effort into these things X3 Even smiling = too taxing right now. It says Among the faithless, faithful only he just in case)

This one’s from Milton’s Paradise Lost, and it gives a little bit of the awe I get from this poem. In the hell of the fallen, there is still one who holds faith in God. This long poem is full of bits that slowly build, appear shiny, and then swoop out of nowhere to punch you in the gut. There’s simple elegance hidden inside the density of Milton’s writing style, and I enjoy that. 

Once a perfect little beauty in a tartan frock, with a clatter put her heavily armed foot near me upon the bench to dip her slim bare arms into me and tighten the strap of her roller skate, and I dissolved in the sun, with my book for fig leaf, as her auburn ringlets fell all over her skinned knee, and the shadow of leaves I shared pulsated and melted on her radiant limb next to my chameleonic cheek.

Nabokov’s Lolita —

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.

The beautiful opening lines of one the most poetic novels I ever read, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. (via zenofblogging)

I love Lolita, which was described by Nabokov as his love affair with the English language. No one has yet or will ever worship a beloved quite so beautifully, I think. —