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Merry Christmas!

Have 
a
Very 

Merry Christmas!

~

Christmas Celebration Guide For The Nonbelievers

By Rashmirekha Basu

'Tis the season to be jolly, “tra la la la la la la."
I think not.
If you count yourself among the initiated who realise the complete and utter hypocrisy of the quoted words, read on. If you are among the legion who have been conned into believing that Christmas is a time for celebration of personal achievements and familial bonds, excuse me while I scoff derisively behind the regular man-sized handkerchief of my friend (and this blog's host).



So, what do you do when your hitherto poised friends flood your social networking feeds with pictures of them sloshed, about to be sloshed or acting as arm candy to someone who is completely sloshed? Well, you join them. Except you use your "little gray cells" and avoid all and any form of human interaction. 

Here is a step by step guide on what to do when you don't want to do Christmas.(that totally came out wrong) - debiparna

Step 1: Plunge into your savings account, visit the cheapest brewery and the poshest wine cellar in your neighbourhood and stock up. Why? You don't seriously believe your savings will help you achieve that childhood dream of traipsing all over the world, eh? Look at it this way, if you can ingest enough alcohol you can trick yourself into believing you have. In Charlie Sheen's dictionary that is a definite "win" (and you have to trust the guy when it comes to liquor..and winning)



Step 2: Arrange your drinks from exotic to dodgy looking. Consider and reject the idea of buying a Christmas tree with all the traditional trimmings. Because seriously, if your Christmas tree doesn't look like this what is the point in having one? Capiche?



Step 3: Don't buy any healthy stuff. At. All. ‘Tis not the season to be health conscious. If you have time, become known in your neighbourhood supermarket as the adult who wipes Twinkies, candies, Mars Bars in one fell swoop from the shelves while smirking snarkily at the children. This will do wonders for your dating life.



Step 4: Invite your one other "loser”, perennially morbid friend (you know the one with shaggy hair and questionable hygiene) so that you can feel better about your life when you hit the mid-binge crisis that overcomes the most intrepid of our kind.



Step 5: Watch the inexplicable Christmas favourite, "It's A Wonderful Life”. Take a shot every time something horribly unfair happens. Alternate that with cramming calorific food into your mouth the moment your mobile blips with yet another Instagram/Twitter/Facebook/Tumblr update about your "friends" going "craaazzzyyy-hhhh"(towards the end of the night,that's how they will spell it too).



Step 6: If you make it to the end of the movie with full control of your limbs, shoot a piteous glance at your friend passed out stone cold on the floor and somehow move to the balcony or window(since you are reading this, it probably is a window). Your journey should feel like this.



Step 7: Look at the straggling line of revellers, hear the hyena-like laughter and sense the strong smell of alcohol wafting upwards. Ponder over the mysteries of human life, the minutiae that separates their experience of life from yours, the great gasping feelings of alienation that sometimes threaten to overwhelm you, the extraordinary effort that sometimes goes into just appearing ordinary. Then from somewhere in the distance, the sonorous peals of chiming bells will pull your mind back from wandering too far in the Asphodel Meadows and you may find you are half reclined against the wall. And maybe, it is the realisation that the sour smell of alcohol is emanating from your person or that the bells might have been something as prosaic as someone's ringtone but you suddenly realize that perhaps, you too, are a part of the spirit of Christmas. You too are jolly. Just not in the mainstream, euphoric, in-your-ruddy-face kind of way.



Have a good one ya'll!

 

Inspiration

❝I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole.❞

~

C.G. Jung

I must also have glitter confetti on my palms, a golden collar around my neck, golden eyebrows and a floral crown on my head.

For pinning these images & more inspiration go *here*

Films And Music To Keep Warm On A Sunday Evening

Movies I want to watch in a loop

1. The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
2. Moonrise Kingdom
3. Stand By Me
4. Paris, je t'aime
5. Into The Wild
6. Almost Famous
7. Lost In Translation

Songs I can't stop listening to

1. The Samples – "Could It Be Another Change"
2. Dexys Midnight Runners – "Come On Eileen"
3. Galaxie 500 – "Tugboat"
4. New Order – "Temptation"
5. The Innocence Mission – "Evensong"
6. The Smiths – "Asleep"
7. Cracker – "Low"
8. Sonic Youth – "Teen Age Riot"
9. XTC – "Dear God"
10. Cocteau Twins – "Pearly Dewdrops' Drops"
11. Michael Brook – "Charlie's Last Letter"
12. David Bowie – "Heroes"

The OST of "The Perks Of Being A Wallflower" basically....don't judge me..I just watched it this afternoon

and

Dressed For Loneliness

There are days when you wake up and realise the busy schedule has somehow sneaked up on you and you haven't done something you enjoy for a long while. You don't even realise the hours are tumbling past you. You sit half-dressed and not even a little bit ready to go out and do your daily work. You start compartmentalising everything in your head. You just want to sit and enjoy the things you love most. Some times I just want to scream out because I haven't talked in a while..nothing worthwhile anyway..not to someone I wanted to talk to anyway...I hunger for new things, excitement, the routine bores me and leaves me drained of all energy and inspiration. I have failed to run with others and I have found my own pace. It doesn't fall into a perfect rhythm with anyone but it does 95% (according to that person it's only 50%) of the time with someone I know. I cannot run away from who I am and I cannot force myself to be someone I cannot ever be. I may be an utter failure in life because of this or a penniless, mad, homeless outcast; a hippie even maybe. I will be happy as long as I walk at my own pace and I know that.

"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear." -Stephen King  (via wakeupinfrance)

All photos flysongbirdfly

The Forgotten Days

I want the late summer afternoons. I want to sit on the roof and see the sun finally bid goodbye to the day, to say hello to someone else in some other place. I want to smell that warm, fuzzy, sweet (imagine the sweet warmth when honey trickles down your throat) air which is fresh and loaded with the promise of a fun evening before we head over and sit to study. I want to sit at the edge of the roof and see the pale moon become darker as the birds return home forming a shadowy silhouette against the darkening sky.

I want to see the cloud gather and turn the sky inky and feel the anticipation of the cool raindrops on my face. That smell when it rains on the hot and tired earth rising up in vapours lifting up your spirit with it is just so special and makes you feel special just for being able to breathe it in when you are sitting in this tiny corner, all forgotten. All the days and evenings are lost and more will come only to be lost again. That is the beauty of nostalgia. You will only remember the comfort they caused and help you mask over the weariness that you feel now. The warm sun, I want to drink in the warm sun, not the humid air that surrounds me. But I don't want the heat and hailstorm and the fear of washing away or falling down. I don't really want the stones and thorns, I am just thinking of the red summer skies and the kites, the red, blue, green, white and black kites.

Blooming Up From The Ground

A bunch of  songs I'm listening to at the moment....

Lots of love guys till next time..Hope wonderful things are happening to you..at least let's hope something like this isn't

Floral Gorgeousness

I had no idea I would fall this hard for florals. The best thing about fashion right now is that we are getting to love and wear the things we loved growing up. I am rediscovering styles and prints. As a kid/teenager I never paid much attention to fashion and style. But of course I always loved flowers. We had two roof gardens in the house we lived before. We had a huge (and pretty dangerous) cactus plant which used to bloom after evening would set in on certain days. A single white flower would adorn the green limbs surrounded by sharp, long thorns for a few days. My mum has her flowering potted plants here as well, some of which are lined up near the longish, narrow entrance to our home.

♥

urban outfitters

the dress and the lip color!

isn't this fabulous!?

i want to know where i can find this camera!

doc martens with floral prints

Oscar de la Renta Spring 2012 RTW

via garance dore

i want

lua p

madeline and luna:)

she looks like a blooming flower.brilliant

There's so much beauty in this world. For every horrible thing that you witness you witness an equally beautiful thing in life. Watching the sun rise and seeing the light fall slowly on the neighbourhood buildings and then intensify as the minutes go by, breathing in the cool air at dawn, imagining the sea shore is just beyond that lane behind that tall house, watching the tender green vines curling up the sides of the brick wall in front of my house are some of the beautiful things I have done since I woke up.

goodbye for now
 

Around a Skirt

A lot has been happening..at least in my head even though my body doesn't move much..such lame jokes. I bought this skirt a few days back. I realised I haven't bought anything in months and that gave me an itchy hand the moment I got some cash. I am sick of having so few skirts. I used to hate them. Maybe having a skirt as part of the school uniform for nearly a decade and a half just did it. Kills your vision, just kills it.
So anyway somewhere down the line a couple of years back I decided I will buy great skirts...and then I found absolutely nothing I liked..for long..I finally got this because apparently I saw something in it this time I didn't the last few times I saw it hanging on the racks.
I am a huge grunge fashion fan. I hope if you didn't know that I did drive it in with my last post. I took a bit of grunge inspiration for styling this outfit around the skirt.

Skirt- Latin Quarters

Top(really old and battered with almost regular wear on sweaty college days) - Westside

Boots- Catwalk

Accessories- here & there,mostly from street shops, the garnet necklace was a gift from my best friend years ago

adios!

To See All Things Rad

Explosion of rad photos..mostly grunge with elements of this and that..

bebe zeva

nyane

chloe

chloe

lua p

madeline pendleton

What is grunge style and fashion?

Rest of the photos from

• http://cr0sses-and-skulls.tumblr.com/
• http://grunged-wh0re.tumblr.com/
• http://grunge-style.tumblr.com/
• http://gettingdrunkwithjesus.tumblr.com/