Unusual You, Unusual Me.

Unusual Words:
1. Basorexia: an overwhelming desire to neck or kiss.
2. Lygerastia: the condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.
3. Dactylion: the tip of a middle finger.
4. Gargalesthesia: the sensation caused by tickling.
5. Dendolatry: worship of trees.
6. Naupathia: sea sickness.
7. Baisemain: a kiss on the hand.
8. Siagonology: study of jaw-bones.
9. Gardeviance: chest for valuables; a traveling trunk.
10. Perantique: very antique or ancient.
11. Vacivity: emptiness.
12. Dysania: the state of finding it hard to get out of bed.
13. Plenilune: the time of the full moon.
14. Selcouth: strange; unfamiliar; marvelous.
15. Phrontistery: a thinking-place; a place for study.


Now, what I'd like to do is incorporate these very strange words into photographs. We'll see how that turns out.  
My next project.

November, November

Hi again. It's been awhile (again).
How do you do? What has changed?

The Summer I get rid of everything.

Tidbits

Aokigahara (sea of trees) described as "the perfect place to die".

Pripyat : radioactive ghost town. Chernobyl disaster.

Love

I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I'm with you, not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out; I love you for putting your hand into my heaped-up heart and passing over all the foolish, weak things that you can't help dimly seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite far enough to find. I love you because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life not a tavern but a temple; out of the works of my every day not a reproach but a song.
Cecilia Reed, Source: A Gift of Love

Monthly bloody woes. For a week don't wear a skirt. Hormones in control.

I'm glad I don't know how to quit you, my love.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Two years ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Welcome to the world, Giovanni Genovesi ♥

"Encouraged by the haunting sounds of the man in the moon on his guitar, the beautiful gypsy moth beats her wings to the rhythm of flamenco. Her partner takes her in his arms and moves in time to the beat of their gypsy rhythm."

I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.

Everything will be okay.

My fingers are so incredibly tiny O_o. Grandmother's genes.
After 5 weeks of waiting, it finally fits ^_^.
It feels kind of strange. Like when you put retainers on for the first time and its unbearably uncomfortable. After a day or two it should feel fine.



I'm so goddamn happy. I could go outside right now and scream :D

The Almost Moon

- The moon is whole all the time, but we can't always see it. What we see is an almost moon or a not -quite moon. The rest is hiding just out of view, but there's only one moon, so we follow it in the sky. We plan our lives based on its rhythms and tides.
-Just as we were stuck with the moon, so too we were stuck with my mother. Wherever I'd travel, there she'd be.
-The idea that my mother was eternal like the moon. ... Dead or alive, a mother or the lack of a mother shaped one’s whole life.

March 10, 2010

Happy Birthday to the one I adore! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Best birthday ever for him? I think not! The poor dear got his wisdom teeth removed today and instead of enjoying the art of turning 22, he's stuck in bed constantly changing bloody gauzes. Pretty frakin' terrible if you ask me. I would give up photography if it meant I could be there with him today. *Sighs*


Oh well.




In other news, tomorrow I will be helping my cousin Joey with some photoshoots! Today we will be meeting with the makeup artist for some brainstorming. I'm filled with excitement!
Today also marks the official start of my Photography company.
Velvétte Studios.
I've started making business cards already ^_^.

Til next time!

xoxo,
Nabila Verushka

Flower Lesson.

-Belladonna. A deadly nightshade.
-Bougainvillea. The paper flower.
-Canna. Yellow King Humbert.
-Dahlia. Peony of India.
-Forget-me-not. Ne m'oubliez pas.
-Foxglove. Fairies' Glove.
-Hyacinth. Pseudo-Apollodorus.
-Hydrangea. Hortensia.
-Lotus. Sacred lily of the Nile.

For your ears

Skin to Skin
Wait for the Moon
Picture
11h30
Toy Gun
Remind me
Unattainable

I just wanna go outside right now and scream into the night: I AM IN LOVE!

-Its the first day of March and I thought I'd let you know that the flowers are starting to bloom. They are mostly pink.
-One of my secrets will be revealed real soon. I hope my family is happy for me :)
-Letters to write.

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Edit: 3/5/10: Cat is out of the bag! :D Now, I need to find a way to tell EVERYONE else! XD

Tuesday

-The art of overdue books. How many days will it be this time?
-You can't seem to mind your own business. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
-A weekend full of adventures. The Beatles, Surprise parties, & Bbqs.
-A heart full of things to say. I think I'll tell you.
-Glitter your skeleton.

Stuck inside.

-Nothing but simple batshit. It's not that far.
-The force is strong with this one.
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The First day in February.

-The gypsy's body is on strike. WTF is going on?
-I'm going to miss you for the next few days. Will you think of me constantly?
-Riding on buses and other people's conversations. How delightful to listen in.
-More of a mystery. It's better that way.

The Last day of January.

-You make me feel like I'm 10 feet tall.
-To own a butterfly collection.
-Took lots of pictures so that you could pretend you were there with me.
-Library books are due Feb. 21
-To learn how to fold paper swans.

Good Riddance!!!

Stuff to Show You.

-Why do you stay up so late?
-Reason to never visit a 7 star hotel.
-Cooking by Numbers.
- Space Noises.
-Haiku.
-The Scale of the Universe.
-Evil Nine Crooked Video.
-Yay Everyday!
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A Random Me. A Random You.

- How it works: I will give you whatever you want for all the cartwheels you're doing for me.
- Riding with Strangers.
- I pull down the moon and put it in a drawer.
-“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
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Killing Floor

Clot- basic zombie, grabs you.
Crawler- little bug thing. Small, weak, and goes after the person closest to death.
Gorefast- has a one arm with a blade in it, runs fast and does good damage.
Bloated- a fat slow zombie, spits poison at you and explodes into poison if you shoot it too much.
Siren- slow, but screams as a radial attack, it's scream destroys explosives.
Stalker- semi invisible, fast, does good damage, but dies easily.
Scrakes- has a chainsaw for an arm, strong, and rushes you when they get close.
Husks- long range fireball attack, strong.
Fleshbounders- biggest enemy other than boss, if you do a lot of damage to it at one time or ignore it for too long, they get mad and run really fast. Does massive damage and chases after one player at random.
Patriarch- the boss, has rocket launcher and chaingun for an arm, can go invisible, can heal himself, and has powerful melee attacks.
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Sirens, clots, crawlers, stalkers, scrakes, and fleshbounders. All this talk makes me want to play. Oh boy.
Gotta start practicing on my shooting skills!! :O

Adventuring Again.

Last Adventure day we:
We became time travelers for the second time.
We climbed a mountain of rocks in heels.
We played with cards in the middle of a State Forest.
We encountered a could-be-serial killer.
We got a little lost.
And we lost the race with the sun.

Today we:
We went to the beach!
We saw the sun set up close and personal.
We got somewhat lost on Fire Escape Rd.
We saw a ladybug in the ocean.

Words by Pablo Neruda

-Crepusculario.
-I adore you in the sorrowful bones of dust and lime.
-My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
-But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
-Alone in the loneliness of this hour.
-Oh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave of the circle that moves in turn through black and gold.
-Drunk with pines and long kisses.
-In the moist night my garment of kisses trembles, charged to insanity with electric currents, heroically divided into dreams and intoxicating roses practicing on me.
-Your parallel body yields to my arms like a fish infinitely fastened to my soul, quick and slow, in the energy under the sky.
-You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.
-Stories to tell you.
-The solitude crossed with dream and with silence.
-When I have reached the most awesome and the coldest summit my heart closes like a nocturnal flower.
-Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
-So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes.
-I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
-Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
-You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.
-I loved him, and sometimes he loved me too.
-Love is so short, forgetting so long.
-Era la alegre hora del asalto y el beso.
-Cold flowers are raining over my heart.
-It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss. The hour of the spell that blazed like a light house.
-Turbulent drunkenness of love.
-It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all the timetables.
-Oh all that my spent heart can't embrace.
-It is a shipwreck in a void, with a surrounding of tears.
-dressed in chains and carnations.
-I am alone among rickety substances.
-Into the night of the heart.
-Boy, my advocate, my amorous one.
-You are like the beginning of autumn.
-There's an absence of flowers.
-Living dangerously like a heavy-headed lily of thick consistency.

Self Promotion.

My deviantart.
My flickr.
My tumblr.


Check it foo.

New year already!? Where is time going, anyway?
2010, you have sneaked up on me :O