We’re now onto Moulin Rouge but i don’t have much that musicals on dvd. I Just have The Producers and Les Mis left.
On our dvr we have Seven brides for seven brothers and Hairspray. (We used to have more but we haven’t recorded much since we switched over.)
Those are Just musicals though. I’ll take her to the library to pick out something. Once i get her hair and face up though. We’ll have to do with normal movies.
Nyota is very camera shy without a wig or a face up so cute pictures will happen once she has both of these things.
We’re watching Chicago currently.
It makes sense that Chetta isn’t known for her great decision making. She was full of half-cocked schemes and wild passions. In her mind that was the only way to be happy. Follow your dreams and your passions because they were fate lending a guiding hand on destiny’s road.
But this, this hell she was living, was in no way fate’s design. Fate wouldn’t do this to her. It was capricious, yes, and sometimes difficult to understand, but it always made sense in the end. This didn’t make sense. There was no way that this loss, the senseless loss of everything she cared about, was going to ever make sense to her.
She’d been thinking it over every day since the barricade fell. She couldn’t not. She’d wake up engulfed in their smell, surrounded by the sheets and blankets she’d refuse to wash since she’d heard of the death of her brave revolutionaries. She couldn’t give up that last connection to them. Their love had been complex and strange but it had been strong and true and she’d been counting on forever with them both.
She’d been so supportive when they’d told her of their friends and their cause. She was so proud of them following their passions, embracing a cause and believing in it so fiercely. But this morning she couldn’t think of that decision in any positive way. Because this morning she’d woken up and the smell is gone and she was crushed under the knowledge that it was never coming back and that she had nothing left.
She was alone
Nyota's box opening pictures
Nyota Uzuri is my Fantasy doll Lagina.
There isn’t much pictures but here are the pictures from her box opening.
Lolita Friendly Reminders
It’s no one’s god dan business what is in your bloomers, it doesn’t define you are a lolita ✿◕‿◕✿
It’s ok to wear things that aren’t bran, some of us have the god given hot bodies that are a bit too big for brand sizing ✿◕‿◕✿
No, I’m not telling you how much I spent on a dress ✿◕‿◕✿
Buying off brands and replica due to money restraints is a mature and clever choice and that you have a clear understanding of being prudent with cash, not all of us have as much money as miss all-brand-head-to-toe ✿◕‿◕✿
If you’re gonna call someone an ita because they like big hair bows then a lot of people probably think you’re a cunt ✿◕‿◕✿
Bitch don’t tell people their money would go to better use else where if they had to save months for a dress. You sound like an elitist shit ✿◕‿◕✿
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Monster High Reality check by ~SmoothieIllustrasion
Monstrous High.
I don’t mind monsters that look almost exactly like pretty people, as long as both male and female monsters are allowed to be that way.
But the idea of making the characters more monstrous has got the appeal.
Submitted my entry for the Puddle 2013 photo contest (on the deadline) so here are the almost’s from the photo shot!
The theme was owls, and I own no owl stuff, so feathers will have to due.
the word ‘happiness’ is too far away; I can’t reach it
Listen up you fuckers
If i tell you don’t touch me.
That means don’t fucking touch me.
I will stab you if you touch me.
Don’t think i’m kidding either everyone thinks i’m kidding all the time and i almost never am.
So don’t make me stab you.
What part of “Don’t touch me.” is so hard to understand?
