Tit Smoking in the Temple of Artisan

Isn't that a totally brilliant title? And yes, the subject of this post is the wonderful photos of various people smoking. (Tits and temples not included - you can't have everything). From Johnny Depp to Bob Dylan and a ton of random models. Health dangers aside, there is something so hypnotically beautiful about that thin curl of smoke, in the hands of the right person. Not the wrong person. (Fat chavs in trakkies, I'm talking to you!) I've given this some thought, and I've decided that smoking is very similar to tattoos and facial piercing - if the person is cool already, they enhance the coolness, if they're not, then they look like a loser. Anyway, here are some pictures and people that I love so much it's retarded.

James Dean

Bob Dylan

Johnny Depp

Reminds me oddly of a brunette, prettier version of Isabella Rosselini in Wild at Heart

Very Alice in Wonderland-esque. All this girl needs is a mushroom to sit on.

Jimi Hendrix

This is what I aspire to. Can you get any more languorous?

:)

Incidentally, today is also my little sister's ninth birthday. Happy Birthday to Anna!

Each strand of her hair is really insect eyes

Midnight on a wednesday, and I'm sitting up on my own in my messy room, having done everything there is possibly to do, up to and including sewing hats for my bed-knobs and watching half of Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, and half of ghost world - internet fucked up both times. Also listening to Joanna Newsom, who I have very recently started to adore beyond measure after months of disliking, which is... odd.

I am also feeling sorry for my self rather a lot. Discovered that a guy I thought could be a real friend now things and is telling everyone that I fancy him (big headed arsehole), no one on facebook ever seems to want to talk to me, my family are being shitty, and low self esteem is at an all time low (high?).

Let's face it, I'm a pretentious twat of a teenager who has absolutly no social skills and is basically a drinking problem waiting to happen. Most of the people I know aren't worth knowing, and the few people who's opinions I care about (see big headed arsehole above) I keep messing things up with. Ugh.

Long Haired Child

Honestly, what is there possibly to not adore about Devendra Banhart? I'm in the middle of downloading his latest album, What We Will Be (slowly, song by song - damn poverty induced illegality!) and it sounds great. THis is definatly going to be the soundtrack to my summer (which, yes, I am already imagining is just around the corner even though it's january) but what the heck?

Now all that remains is for me to get some tattoos and eyeliner and dance around in my underwear.

In the kingdom of the Blind...

...A one eyed man is king.

The shittyness that is school continues, and meanwhile I have been on a huge reading spree, I seem to be averaging a new novel every two days at the moment. Just finished The Sorrows of Young Werther today, started Arcadia, nearly finished it, about to start Blood Meridian. I am on a roooollll. (like a stone :D )

Isn't everything so fine and dandy?