wringing my hands right off my wrists.

heart problems, brain problems. no particular order problems.
my name is dani, i'm 24, and i live in new jersey. i write books and i write about music for the aquarian weekly. i have a dead bat in a jar of formaldehyde. among other things...in jars...of formaldehyde. i like rock & roll, teeth, bones, ouija planchettes, tarot cards, vials with stuff in 'em, victorian mourning customs and artifacts, velvet, and crystal doorknobs.

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~ Monday, July 28 ~
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New to my collection.

New to my collection.

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“I danced around as Isadora Duncan at four years old. And my parents said ‘What are we gonna do?’ I’d pay my brother 50 cents a week, just to dance with me, just because I loved to dance so much. I didn’t want to go to ballet school every day, and study, and kill myself either; because I knew I couldn’t bluff my way through, say Russian ballet. So I had to figure out another way to do something wonderful without working at it. So as a real little girl I started singing along with the Beach Boys, learning all the words … Working out my routine, sort of, and that’s not easy when the mirror starts at right where your chest starts, and you’re trying to work out the whole stage show, but that’s what I did.”
Stevie Nicks, rock n’ roll ballerina.

I danced around as Isadora Duncan at four years old. And my parents said ‘What are we gonna do?’ I’d pay my brother 50 cents a week, just to dance with me, just because I loved to dance so much. I didn’t want to go to ballet school every day, and study, and kill myself either; because I knew I couldn’t bluff my way through, say Russian ballet. So I had to figure out another way to do something wonderful without working at it. So as a real little girl I started singing along with the Beach Boys, learning all the words … Working out my routine, sort of, and that’s not easy when the mirror starts at right where your chest starts, and you’re trying to work out the whole stage show, but that’s what I did.”

Stevie Nicks, rock n’ roll ballerina.

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this is as good as it gets. 
7.28.14

the bags under my eyes have been packed for years and it was time to go even longer before then, but i’m so deeply rooted in this sadness that it’s almost comfortable. i’ve made it livable; posters on the walls. terrariums on the windowsill. these patterns of personal failure become so routine that i could do them in my sleep, and i’m sure i do. through the motions - on tuesdays i have dreams about him. thursdays are for crying his name into the pillow so loud that the neighbors tell me i need to have quieter sex the next morning. wednesdays are for not sleeping at all but i still put on my pajamas and i hide underneath the covers and it’s, well, almost comfortable.

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i’ve been neglecting tumblr horribly because the iphone app sucks, i’m sorryyyyy. hiiiiiiiiii.


~ Thursday, July 24 ~
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Beetlebitch, Beetlebitch, Beetlebitch.

Beetlebitch, Beetlebitch, Beetlebitch.

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~ Monday, July 21 ~
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~ Saturday, July 19 ~
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little diamond solitaire.
7.19.14

given to my mother by a man
who is not my father, it sits on
the index finger of my left hand.
it never comes off, it always reminds.
don’t settle, trust your intuition.
never let a man make you feel like
less than a person. if you’re unhappy,
leave, and run fast. take care with
yourself, your choices. don’t get
trapped. don’t turn your back to
corners. don’t be unhappy years
from now; my father gave her a much
nicer ring and two daughters he says
he never really wanted and that was
pretty much it. they’re in the next room
but they’re not in love.

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Deer spine, etc.

Deer spine, etc.

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Went to some yard sales this morning and scored some great stuff.

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