Xyphine's blog

So I woke up from a nap soso minutes ago
Only to have the foggy pastel pink haziness in my mind from the comfy sleep, completely wrecked and torn up by my sister screaming at the rest of my family about the conspiracies behind the Boston bombings.
Now I am very used to her constant and never ending ranting of the government trying to kill us all.
But as of the moment I grabbed a bowl for food and joined the rest of my family eating at the table, I had grown very irritated.
Everyone was shouting nonsense, the tele was shouting nonsense, whilst my brain was still attempting t wake up.
And all I really wanted to do was eat in the comfort of my pink haze.
So as I grab my bowl and walk off to my room, my sister says "You get butthurt too easily"
There are a million different ways I can respond to that and about half those responses none to kind of course.
But I just retreated to my room with my food, and got my iPod.
Awesome food.
And a favorite song.

So I woke up from a nap soso minutes ago
Only to have the foggy pastel pink haziness in my mind from the comfy sleep, completely wrecked and torn up by my sister screaming at the rest of my family about the conspiracies behind the Boston bombings.
Now I am very used to her constant and never ending ranting of the government trying to kill us all.
But as of the moment I grabbed a bowl for food and joined the rest of my family eating at the table, I had grown very irritated.
Everyone was shouting nonsense, the tele was shouting nonsense, whilst my brain was still attempting t wake up.
And all I really wanted to do was eat in the comfort of my pink haze.
So as I grab my bowl and walk off to my room, my sister says "You get butthurt too easily"
There are a million different ways I can respond to that and about half those responses none to kind of course.
But I just retreated to my room with my food, and got my iPod.
Awesome food.
And a favorite song.

I've noticed there's been an increase of blogs being posted that are getting removed due to having content concerning self harm.
So here's a very stupid video that will most likely make all of you hate me,
But I'm hoping it'll bring a smile to those of you feeling just a bit down.
It's a homemade video and admittedly wouldn't have happened if we weren't so drunk.
But we were, and it was unnervingly fun.
MOCK ME ALL YOU WANT BUT SMILE BABIES BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU.

http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=PiZngPd3KjQ&feature=youtu.be&desktop_uri=...

Who else has a completely fucked up sleeping schedule?!
I seriously can't be the only one.
Anyway
Can I just say how PROUD I AM OF ALL OF YOU.
I can't?
WELL TOO FUCKING BAD.
I love you guys, I love coming on in here and seeing all this passion and beauty and bonding and stuff and it's what keeps me going.
And I have all of you nerdy, socially-akward hermits to thank you for that.
I wouldn't ask for any other fandom in the world.
I'm pretty sure tonight's going to be the 2nd night I cry myself to sleep.
Mais c'est la vie.
And that's okay.
Well..not okay.
I'm not okay.
But I'm okay with not being okay.
That's what we all have in common.
Ohmyfuck I'm literally just babbling right now.
Just trying to run away from sleep I guess.
KGOODNIGHTILOVEYOUALLBYE
~xyphine

Despite the unholy amounts of chemical warfare waging on in my guts, I feel
..not entirely at peace but
Aware.
And I'm okay with that.
Well, I'm not okay.
Not okay at all.
But I'm okay with not being okay.
Not being okay gives me the best diction.
And that's exactly what I'm going to do.
Write.
Anyway, have some beautiful flowers I took pictures of on my trip to mexico.
They give me hope, and I hope they help you out too.
~Xyphine<3

And some pictures from the beach.
If it's difficult to read, "My Home Is Far Away"

Now come one, come all to this tragic affair.
Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair.
So throw on the black dress mixed in with the lot.
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see.
You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me.
So gather round, piggies, and kiss this goodbye.
I'd encourage your smiles, I'll expect you won't cry.
Another contrusion, my funeral jag.
Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag.
You've got front row seats to the pentance ball.
When I grow up, I want to be nothing at all.
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
I said save me.
Get me the hell outta here.
Save me.
Too young too die.
And if you can't.
If you can't here me,
Just walk away..

I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight, so if anyone needs to talk. Please, I'm here.
And I'm not going anywhere.

And, have a picture of MCR's first concert poster.
Good luck everyone.

MONKEYS 'ND BANAYNAYS FOOTIE PAJAMAS MUTHAFUCKAS!!!
Thug lyfe \m/
And cats.
Because, ohmigod,
Cats.
And Gerard when he was aww wittle.
Er..at least young ~(.____.)~

So, allow me to share my thoughts as I walk home from my friends house, at 11:49 pm with the full, bright moon shining unshyly overhead.

Well, for the past 5 or so minutes, I haven't been actually walking. More like, waiting under a tree in the walmart parking lot, because I saw a police cruiser ahead. And I don't want to be questioned for being out after curfew. Be they've gone now, so I'm just walkibg aimlessly across this empty-ish parking lot.
Here I am listening to David Bowie, and walking home with a borroed sweater (each pocket containing a cough drop) and Howl's Moving Castle as well as Spirited Away trinkling in my thoughts.
The streets are so much calmer, the lights change so much faster, i'd search for peace had I not been so constantly reminded of predators and shady cops.
So I'm just resumed to walking.
Conversations with my boyfriend, and with strangers, toy in my thoughts. I hope for both to form in my wake, very soon.
But until then, I'm just walking.

Some people choose to educate themselves of politics. Or science, body art/modification, sports, anime, cinema, animals, symbolism, controversy, the Illuminati, the music scene, fashion, human nature, literature, blah blah blah.

I choose to educate myself, of space<3

Aura-colored, quasar-lit, star-sprinkled, black mass-swelling, expanding, infinite, weightless, free, space<3

It's actually much larger than just space as a whole, but that's an entirely different story.

Something not quite expected of this My Chemical Romance obsessing, red-lipstick wearing, horror film-watching, curly-haired, fanfiction-writing, cat-adoring, Whovian known as Xyphine.

I love you socially akward weirdos c: I wouldn't want to be apart of any other fanbase in the world.

Some people choose to educate themselves in politics.
Some choose to educate themselves in body art/modification.
Some people choose to learn and knowledge themselves upon music, sociology, art, anime, literature, chemicals, fashion, etc etc.
I, choose to educate myself,
about space<3

And abuncha other stuff.
But space is one of my favorite, that people always tend to be so oblivious about.
Goodnight kittens c:
~Xyphine