dominiqueous:(via loveyourchaos)
we drink too much and fuck too soon. smoke cigarettes in rented rooms. we quit our jobs and shoot the moon and cut our wrists and sleep 'til noon. there's a shield around us. we are heady we are groundless & we burn our friends & kill their names. build insecure & petty fames & tattoo things that we believe. stars & skulls & hearts in half-sleeves
(via ice-princess)
This is a poetic version of the current story of my life…ever since fake RPatz hastily climbed over that wall and straight out of it.
I went to go on facebook, will i get your face back? Trying to find you is like a needle in a haystack.
Poignant
sugar, spice & all things nice...that's what Cullens are made of
Here it is, the long promised and, sort of, overdue Twilight New Moon review. I have deep reservations about calling it a review since a review, by definition, is a critical assessment, probably destined to climax with some kind of conclusion. What you’re about to read on the other hand, well, it’s likely to amount to nothing more than a badly constructed, Cullen infected, stream of superficial consciousness so, misleading for sure.
As I mentioned in my previous blog, not only did I get to go to a special screening of New Moon last week, I was actually lucky enough to attend a press conference that, somewhat irresponsibly on the part of the organizers, enabled me to be in the presence of the key cast members. Yes, that means R-Patz.
Thanks again to the diamond encrusted Will Francis for bestowing my sick brain with this eternal treasure.
Anyway, the excitement that preceded Twilight day was beyond ridiculous, far closer to the realm of completely embarrassing and fucking retarded actually. I guess the important question is, why? When all’s said and done Twilight is just a film and, to be honest, the prospect of sitting quietly for any period longer than an hour, has never been very attractive in the past.
To suggest that the promised encounter with real R-Patz was the sole source of my excitement that day, as well as the reason that people love Twilight with such intense passion, is likely to seem either massively offensive or like the biggest understatement ever, depending on who you are. The thing is though, however consistently he makes my face melt, I believe the widespread obsession has far less to do with actual human Robert Pattinson’s heavenly features as it does with Stephanie Myers dreamlike chimeric creation.
What this woman has basically done, with insane insight and expertise, is conjure up the Frankenstein’s monster of a teenage girl’s wettest, wildest dream.
Edward Cullen is a lethal creature, but actually not so much due to the blood lust as the fact he embodies everything that all teenage girls fantasise about - a stunning yet seemingly impenetrable and dangerous boy who, thanks to ‘the right girl’, reveals a relentless, indestructible, and soul-shattering passion that allows the girl to drown in ‘happily ever after’ while choking on all consuming, soul-shattering love (aka delusion and obsession that borders on psychotic). This is a strain of dementia that, thanks to my own personal affliction, most of my friends lost patience with long ago. The details are besides the point, the point right now is that it is a seductive, destructive and very addictive dream.
Basically every aspect of New Moon is geared toward propagating the fantasy of the boy who loves the girl more than he loves himself. The boy who, when his eyes met hers, ceased to exist and, instead, poured every ounce of his being into loving, keeping and protecting her, smoothing over the standard issue insecurities that most teenagers are completely fucking riddled with. In New Moon every look is weighed with meaning, every emotion is intensified a million fucking times over – the characters in this film love each other so deeply that they can barely fucking speak. It is momentarily nice to imagine that such paralyzing love exists, especially when you’re projecting it onto a man with a face like an R-Patz, and I’m the first to confess to being both a victim and a sucker. I fell so hard for the Cullen boy that I had to look away when he got beat up. Realistically though, will the Twilight generation end up being eternal slaves to the unattainable Twilight fantasy? Or will they end up like me, chasing Cullen lookalikes (albeit scarily good ones) around Camden Town?
In an attempt to illustrate my concern, here is a (not verbatim) extract from near the beginning of the film…Edward is aggravated that Jacob Black gave Bella a Birthday present when he was, in the (verbatim) words of my sister “NOT ALLOWED”.
Edward: (tortured look) How come he gets to give you a present?
Bella: (self-deprecatingly) Because I can’t give you anything in return. Edward: (pause…tortured look) Bella, every time you breathe you give me everything I’ll ever need.
I mean, COME ONNNNNN. Seriously? Heartbreaking as the sentiment is, tear jerking in fact, (I did cry in the film. SURPRISE!), does anyone actually ever feel like this? REALLY THOUGH?
…Am I more soulless and dead inside than Edward?
Anyway, whatever, as predicted I’ve gone completely off track with this – I never was very good at reviews – there’s far too much emphasis on the factual and succinct.
I’ll give it one last go…
Twilight New Moon is great; I’m going to see it again this weekend. Annoying mum is absent, Jacob isn’t quite so repulsive, blonde sister vampire is slightly more convincing, Volturi are sick as fuck. Thing is, whether you’re a sceptic or a believer, Twilight is a very beautiful lie to believe in – so long as you don’t actually believe it. Either way, if you’re some old, fucktard prick of a journalist, believe and know that it’s inappropriate to laugh in the cinema when, around you, hearts bleed and tears fall.
Love.
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Scene setting…now
Makes me pine hard for my precious, beloved, beautiful vamp queens. So far away, with, and like, the Edward Cullen umbrella 
CVH
California’s like a beautiful, wild… beautiful, wild girl on heroin… who’s high as a kite, thinkin’ she’s on top of the world, not knowing she’s dying even if you show her the marks.
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The Motorcyle Boy (Rumble Fish) (via suicidewatch) (via suicideblonde)
Love This Film <3
Of course my dear friend Alexander McQueen would do a knuckle ring right. He does everything right. Quite a faint worthy piece of jewelry.
Silvertone-plated brass skull knuckle duster with Swarovski crystal detail, $550 (via @iheartstudios)
Muse- I Belong to You
This is on the Twilight New Moon Saga soundtrack. I mentioned it in my previous blog but, since writing, I have become a little obsessed. I can’t upload the track - Tumblr says not allowed, but I suggest you do your very best to listen to it.
LOVE
CVH
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Jared Leto, Robert Pattinson. Who wins? It’s too hard, can’t decide. Here is the new 30 Seconds to Mars video, or ‘film’ (apparently), for Kings and Queens.
