Lolita's Diary

don't you get it doll?

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she asked me what it felt like

may 2016

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You are in my blood. I can’t help it. We can’t be anywhere except together.

Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat  (via wordsnquotes)

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The Life & Times Of Frida Kahlo (2005) dir. by Amy Stechler // Frida Kahlo from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera

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True Love VS. Toxic Love: 14 Core Differences

Below are the 14 core differences between true love and toxic love:

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運命とバランス (Fate & Balance)

According to ancient East Asian belief, originating from Chinese mythology and is also used in Japanese mythology, The Red Thread of Fate is tied around the ankles or little fingers of two people who are destined to be together by the gods, regardless of time, place or circumstances. The thread may tangle and stretch, but it will never break.

Ink on 7″x10″ June 5, 2015

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“Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.”

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via kushandwizdom)

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For you. I love you, I really do, I tell u in many forms, in ways even a blind person can see Being home is being with you, you teach me how to be new Your lips press into my cheek like clouds. I am your Lolita, you, my dirty fool You play with my dark hair I rest my cheek upon ur hard yet ever so soft chest You caress my hip I giggle like a fool Eyes a squint, head falling back You look into my soul, I am hypnotized, I fall deep into your spell I watch you walk over to get a glass of water, you stand on your toes leaning against the cabinet to reach the highest shelf, returning to me slowly You stand at a distance, take in your surroundings, me laying in a white cloud of 100% cotton sheets, standing, memorizing my body, my curves, my flaws, my scars. I close my eyes and inhale the smell your body imprinted on the pillows my head rests on A tear drop curves down my face falling on the pillow my head lays upon . A sign of fear, a sign of realization, a sign of knowing, this perfect person, these picture cut moments, the intense feelings, it isn’t going anywhere. Feelings float away like the cigarettes you now smoke. I am done writing for you.

i.e

[unapologetically-human]

It’s easy to feel uncared for when people aren’t able to communicate and connect with you in the way you need. And it’s so hard not to internalize that silence as a reflection on your worth. But the truth is that the way other people operate is not about you. Most people are so caught up in their own responsibilities, struggles, and anxiety that the thought of asking someone else how they’re doing doesn’t even cross their mind. They aren’t inherently bad or uncaring – they’re just busy and self-focused. And that’s okay. It’s not evidence of some fundamental failing on your part. It doesn’t make you unloveable or invisible. It just means that those people aren’t very good at looking beyond their own world. But the fact that you are – that despite the darkness you feel, you have the ability to share your love and light with others – is a strength. Your work isn’t to change who you are; it’s to find people who are able to give you the connection you need. Because despite what you feel, you are not too much. You are not too sensitive or too needy. You are thoughtful and empathetic. You are compassionate and kind. And with or without anyone’s acknowledgment or affection, you are enough.

Daniell Koepke  (via clumsiest)

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I blush and run off, your long legs swift towards me I fall in your arms…

I.E (a haiku about you)

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mark of God

You have these light coloured stripes on the side of your hips stretching to your butt cheeks and down between your thighs showing how much you’ve changed through your life full of lies. You have lines on your delicate aged cheeks, stained with dots created by the sun from when you once thought only shined down for the both of us. You have creases around your wide grin that smiles so elegantly at me, yet I know it’s not all from smiling, but also frowning. Your forehead has tides from the days of stress where you thought that such a tragedy could never happen to you, to us, but the loss was so great, it left a mark on you, it left a mark on us. 

-I.E (via nymphetsdiaries)

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              How I Began Accepting My MakeUp Face

Makeup is the hardest thing I’ve accepted through my teenage years leading to university. 

I began putting eyeliner in my water line at the age of 14. Just eyeliner, nothing more. As years progressed I met mascaras of many consistencies, and eye shadows of many shades and pigments. Then in 2012 came the foundations of different tones for tanned summers and snow white winters, good concealers and often times bad, bright pink blushes that turned to cool corals, orange sunset bronzers that one day became a matte cool brown. Then the “eyebrows on fleek” fad kicked in in 2014 and my light eyebrows became full arched shapes with different sorts or powders, gels and creams, and with that the new “it” thing: highlighters that come in pinks, whites and gold’s that accentuate cheekbones and make you feel glow-y like a goddess. All these products are now a part of my daily routine.

But with those years of building up to be a makeup lover I often got snarky comments. From close friends, relatives and random people about how much make up I wear. At first, I was insecure. But as time progressed, I couldn’t care less what people thought. And I learned. 

You shouldn’t let people judge you for your interests! I am constantly watching make up videos on YouTube, the beauty guru section of YouTube is my Holy Grail. Name a user and I probably know it, whether it is Desi Perkins, Michelle Phan or LusterLux. It’s my niche, make up. But so is fashion and reading. But often times girls tend to get judged more for wearing make up than anything else. But they shouldn’t be.

“Natural beauty” is something to embrace. Everyone is naturally beautiful. Some people just CHOOSE to wear make up. It’s something so common in the era we live in. Back in the day, English women covered their faces with white powders to make themselves look white: a sign of royalty and riches.

If you want to wake up at the crack of dawn to put make up on, why should it be anybody’s business? I’ve been there, judged for talking too long to get ready or wearing too much make up. But I shrug it off. It’s mine, and anyone else’s choice to wear as much make up as wanted. Its personal preference.

But just some tips if you do wear make up (things I picked up after years of experience and YouTube videos!):

Make sure you have the right shade! Foundation is probably the hardest product I’ve worked with till today, second to mascara I mean. They’re either too dry, to liquid, too dark, too light, too smelly, too crappy, too whatever else you have found wrong with it. Just find the right shade and what suits your skin type; dry, sensitive or oily skin.

“Mom I exfoliate!” Exfoliating is key. My mom is always giving me shit for wearing make up 6 or at times 7 days a week. But I back lash with showing her my clean, glowy skin with no bumps. If you give your face a good wash and clean your pores with an exfoliating brush, you will avoid bad skin and early wrinkles.  

Be careful how you clean. Again make sure to not wipe your make up off franticly. Wrinkles are a woman’s biggest nightmare! Gently remove your makeup with makeup remover and give your face a good wash and pat your face dry with a towel, and tada, one small step to fewer wrinkles: you’ll thank me when you’re fifty

Comfort is key. And make triple sure to be comfortable with how much makeup you’re wearing. Don’t pile it on because your friends do it. Wear the amount that makes you happy! Love and embrace how much you wish to wear or not. 

If you have any good make up products let a girly know! I’m always on the hunt!

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                             10 Steps To Picking The Right Friends 

Alright ladies, this post is a little, tinsy tiny bit, more serious than others. But don’t worry you won’t regret the read, at least I don’t think! 

This isn’t just a post on moving on from your ex-boyfriend to the next but rather from friends. 

 One of the hardest struggles for everyone is moving on and ultimately changing. Girls in particular have a routine of going about things, not just the way they put their make up on in the morning; foundation first or concealer. But also an unchanging group of friends, a group they have been hanging out with for a while, maybe since diaper days. 

Most girls, well girls I’ve known, have a hard time getting over the past. It’s something I honestly never thought I could relate to untill I hit adulthood. 

Transitioning from middle school to high school or even after graduation comes off a bit tough but ultimately everyone knows the golden rule, or as I call it, the super glue rule: the people that stick with you through your rough times of transition are the ones that you are stuck with; like glue. 

Going into high school I had a ton of friends. Coming out of high school I had a total of 4 that actually stuck with me, and a couple of months down the road only 3. I’m not saying I have no friends anymore; I’m just saying these were and still are the constant people in my life. Consistency is something many people want and need. 

       “A tongue has no bones but it can break a heart.”

Change has a lot to do with moving on and forward with your life. Here are some ways for you lovelies out there to read and maybe enforce. 

Don’t keep negative Nancy’s. No one likes constant negativity and put-downs. If you have a friend that constantly mocks and mimics you for their own pleasure are they really worthy of being titled as a friend? 

Have friends that take interest in your life. Superficial friends just care about themselves. True friends actually take the time out of their day to talk about YOU. 

Know your value. Don’t let people push you around. If you view yourself as the ugly duckling forever and never search for yourself, how are others supposed to look at you in a different light? 

Words hurt. Don’t let anyone put you down. Have you heard the quote: “A tongue has no bones but it can break a heart?” It’s very powerful and has a deep meaning. People’s words can break you. But don’t let them. Take charge. 

A dying desire to be cool isn’t cool. Be you. You will meet a ton of people through your life. If all you care about is being cool or getting with the “it” crowd you’re not going to feel fulfilled down the road. 

Surround yourself with loyal people. Positive vibes are what keeps a friendship or any relationship going. How can you be friends with people you don’t trust?

We all need to be challenged. The truth may feel like a big sack of potatoes falling on our head but it’s good for us. Be friends with people that tell you what you need to hear not the things they think you want to hear. It’s a nice gesture to look out for a friend but honesty will keep you both happy. 

Friendships are investments. You invest time and effort into people you love and want to keep around in the future. Make sure this is mutual. Treat others the way you want to be treated is a great motto to live by but you also need to keep in mind that if they don’t treat you well it’s a waste of your time and effort. 

Don’t be afraid of change and un-friending people. It’s as easy as clicking the unfriend button on Facebook. I’m not saying throw away everything in a flash. Confront your friends and tell them what you think is wrong with your relationship. If they acknowledge their mistakes and want to work things out stick around. 

Last but probably not the least be happy. If you are happy with the people around you stick with them. Just be aware that you shouldn’t be constantly working to keep others happy. Don’t forget yourself along the way.

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                        The Pains and Pleasures of Periods

Yes it hurts, and yes there is A LOT of blood. But fun fact: Girls don’t bleed more than a tablespoon full or 7ml, yet it looks like a murder scene, a shotgun fired, blood everywhere. It’s like a bulldozer in your panties, a battle with many casualties. Oh how the list of gruesome scenes goes on. 

Men will probably never understand the terrible pains of periods. To them it's nothing; you know bleeding out of somewhere where blood shouldn't be coming out of is nothing right? 

Why Eve, why did you have to eat the apple off the forbidden tree? 

It’s all true gentlemen, unfortunate but true, we women:

Wear pads and tampons 

Bleed non-stop for several days 

Have deranged hormones and crazy mood swings 

A constant stab in our ovaries 

Honestly a person with hunchback syndrome would not understand the back pain we go through monthly 

Two very sore breasts

And the toilet is a mess.

But there are two sides to being on your period. Not all agree on the perks, but I believe in them and weird enough these perks actually make me want to get my period a.s.a.p. and get it over with. 

The 3 perks I live for (and haven’t gotten my ovaries removed for are):

1. Gifts! My Boyfriend buys me any thing I want to eat. Anything I crave is either delivered to me or I brought to. Say it's sushi, shawarma or pizza. (I’m not too big on sweets during my days of hell) 

2. Freedom! I don’t have to put away the dishes! Or do any chores as a matter of fact. My mom lets me slide for anything I would have to forcibly do regularly. 

3. Excuses! It’s an overall excuse for anything. If you need or want anything it's easier. I must sound spoiled but it's true. 

We need to appreciate our periods however. It is the beauty of nature released from our crafted bodies, to show our female characteristics and embrace ourselves. The shed of blood is the proof of life. And well ya, the proof of not being pregnant! Not this month at least.  

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            How To Not Be A Shopaholic, By A Shopaholic 

“A man will never love you or treat you as well as a store. If a man doesn’t fit, you can’t exchange him seven days later for a gorgeous cashmere sweater. And a store always smells good. A store can awaken a lust for things you never even knew you needed. And when your fingers first grasp those shiny, new bags…” 

                                                               -Confessions of a Shopaholic (2009) 

 I don’t know if all girls can relate to this topic. Shopping. Hi my name is Ilayda and I am a Shopaholic. 

Unfortunately, my friends consider me a shopaholic, my boyfriend considers me a shopaholic and my parents consider me a shopaholic. I’m nineteen. I can vote, I can legally drink and get into clubs but I cannot and am still not allowed to have my very own credit card. It’s a good thing my job pays cash. 

I remember the first time I watched the confessions of a shopaholic. It became one of my most favorite movies of all times. You know the ones you can relate to and feel a deep connection to? It’s one of those. I was so happy that there was someone, fictional or non-fictional, out there that was worse than me. I may be a shopaholic but I am thankfully not in the place to sell everything I own to pay bills off, well not yet anyways. 

You know, I blame my aunt. I am her reincarnation, within the same life. She took me out too much when I was younger and taught me how to shop. I blame my aunt for it all. 

    “I love that temporary joy that overtakes my body”

It’s sad but true; I feel down when I don’t shop. My boyfriend always says purchasing clothes will only keep me happy temporarily, but I love that temporary joy that overtakes my body. It’s something inexplicable; it’s pure happiness of thinking what you can match what with and where you can wear it to. I saw this word “Oniochalasia” on tumblr that means: “the purchasing of objects as a form of mental relaxation”. This is my word. This is what I feel. 

 Rules to live by: 

To not get out of hand (or attempt not to) I picked up a few tricks along the years of being a compulsive shopper. These are tips that I still struggle with today and definitely need to keep in the back of my mind as a shop today. It’s like a mantra. 

1. Think. Something I learned throughout my years is thinking before you buy. It’s like think before you speak. Ask yourself: Will I ever wear this again? Is it worth the price? Do I love it or is there a bit of iffyness in me? If the answers to any of these questions are negative, do NOT purchase the item(s). 

2. Ask. Don’t go shopping alone or if you do, have your friend on speed dial. Ask them their thoughts on it. From personal experience I know that if my friends hate what I got, I also begin to hate it. It’s probably due to our similar sense in fashion that I get an eye opener. 

3. Try it on.  I have a problem with this. I speed shop. I walk in and binge shop without trying anything on to rush over to another store. Then I go home and try it on to end up hating it. I then return it the next day for something else, due to Forever 21’s horrible policy on no refunds I end up not trying the new thing on, which leads me to return that AGAIN for something else. Lucky for me the third time is the charm. I usually, well most of the time, stick with that. My red marked receipts build up, however.

4. Do NOT shop on an empty stomach. I read this article that talked about shopping on an empty stomach leading to a more pricy receipt. It was mainly focused on grocery shopping but it definitely applies to clothing also. I did not believe it until it happened to me. You may think you want to hurry up and go eat because of your dying hunger but you end up buying more due to the anxiousness. I was starving last week at square one but still managed to drop 2 bills ($100x 2) on clothes. Isn’t it a wonderful life? 

5. Have a budget. Do not; I repeat, DO NOT go shopping with 500 dollars in your pocket if you are a compulsive shopper. Have a small budget that you can go out with once it a while. Save up for a day of pure shopping after 2 weeks of dry spell. It will definitely work out better for your wallet. You will both be very satisfied. 

Well ladies, and if there are some gentlemen, I hope I helped you with you shopping problem, for now. But whenever I’m feeling down about being a shopaholic I just remember it’s better than being an alcoholic… oh wait…