sometimes you just need to lay on the floor
God I love dagged sleeves. Almost as much as I love slashed ones. I just want to dag and slash everything I can get my hands on.
I’ve wanted Maleficent to be the first villain in the series for a while now, ever since I made the mental leap between Maleficent’s horns and 15th century horned hennins. The time period works out pretty well, actually, since I wanted her to look a little more dated than Aurora’s 1480’s getup- both houppelandes and horned hennins were all the rage during the early- to mid-1400’s, and they make for pretty good analogues to her official costuming. Sexy stuff.
This proves more than any of the previous pieces that these are adaptations, not improvements. I mean, look at the original Maleficent design- how does one improve on PERFECTION
Guys, in a little less than twenty-four hours I’ll be twenty-three…and I’m pretty fucking stoked on it!
“We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken.” -Looking For Alaska
For how vast our world is, it’s amazing how small it can seem when you think about it. It’s odd thinking about how interconnected we are - how similar we are.
For all you know, that stranger you walked past today on the street today without a second glance back could be someone you follow on youtube or someone that follows your blog. That child you saw cheerfully playing on the swingsets as you went past the playground could be the son or daughter of an old forgotten classmate you once saw everyday. That cashier you bought something from could of have already been part of your history, for you could of already had a conversation years ago that has since been long forgotten. For all you know, every face that you see could be connected to you in some way that you will never know about. It could be as simple as you two going to the same concert before to maybe falling in love with the same person at two different points of your lives.
Is it so hard to believe that a song that you sing along to every time it comes on the radio be the same song someone across the world sings to whenever they hear it as well? That the feelings of loneliness, heartbreak, being misunderstood be similar to someone who stays wide awake at night as thoughts swirls rapidly throughout their heads? How crazy is it to think that at this very moment, a complete stranger could be reading these very words that you are reading right now? For how vast our world is, isn’t it crazy to think about how small it really is?
“…that doesn’t even rhyme!” ~Carl Fredricksen