Let's talk fashion

I'm collecting opinions.

Does style define personality, or does personality define style?

Queen Of The Galaxy

Anyday. Sorry for the infrequent words, I'm very uninspired and bored these days. But here's some gold I found a minute ago.
So, I am going to watch Barbarella with Kilee soon. Love this woman.

Confessions

This is beautiful.

I will never get over how beautiful and talented she is.

This woman is fucking transcendental

Pleased.

All of the best bands have a nerdy subtext, if they didn't meet in college in the first place.

This man says it best, every time

Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.

— Chuck Palahniuk

Torch the sky

I wish sometimes that all of my clocks would cease their ticking, the electricity would be cut off, my phone and computer would die, the car wouldn't run. I would forget what day it is. I would never know the time. I wish that I could just, for even a minute, forget which directions are north and south. That I would forget what city I'm in. That I would have nothing to depend on but myself and my feet and legs and my ideas and ideals and then, ONLY then, would I create what I really want to. What I need to. The superlatively idyllic residence consists merely of pens and paper, an acoustic guitar, and a piano. I don't need other music, because inspiration of others' ideas only results in carbon copies of generic, unoriginal shit. What makes this hard, though, is that everything has been invented already. We're only enhancing it, one tiny change at a time. Every obscure sound has already been created by someone else. You're only good if you're true. If you're innovative. If you really do something note-worthy. The only greats are the originals, the pioneers of every genre.
THIS is exactly why I wish I'd have been born in the 1950s or 60s. I wish I could've seen it all rise and fall and the fluctuation between. I hate where the recent generations are going, with electricity becoming somewhat of a symbol of a new religion. Everyone is depending on things that make every action easier for them. Everybody has become selfish and naive, and too lazy to endeavor the smallest crucible. This has brought to attention a massive reduction in the positive morality aspect of consciousness and attitude. This fall is tragic and I rest here in lament. I wish I had the voice and influence to correct this.

I want to live in isolation yet among everything.

I love the sounds of car tires rolling along wet roads.

I sometimes decide that I like that it isn't obvious what I'm trying to do. I want to change the world, or just a few lives or as many as I can, but I don't want anyone to suspect they're the prey. I just want people to suddenly stop and wonder "What the hell just hit me?"
I don't even know how I'm going to do this, but I'm working on finding a medium and a sound.I need a voice as well, a partner to work with, an alliance. But more importantly, I believe, a friend AND a critic. An honest and caring person with whom to share my goal. It would be boring without someone to glow with. Living itself is boring without anyone to help you provide light. I'd get lonely, and so would they. There's a person on the other side of the world (or town, or even the street) right now thinking about the intensity of the impact they want to make on people's lives and the world and how they'd get scared doing it along, and they're looking for a goal-mate too. I can't wait to meet this person. I hope they anticipate the meeting to the same degree.
Maybe it's the lack of sleep, or the influence of bands I'm embarrassed to admit I love, but another thing I want out of the experience of working to this is endless fun. I often think, "I'm supposed to suffer, I'm human, I need to feel pain too." But if you CAN be happy, then why not be?

What I need, as opposed to what I've been stating that I "want," is a college education and a perpetual muse. I need the ability to ceaselessly create based on the array of influential people and places and things around me. Maybe, for now, I need a fake ID as well.