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I'm Elisa

(math genius)

I'm an amateur and sometimes professional artist. Multi-discipline. Multi-crazy.

This is my personal blog.

I'm not really a math genius.

I dig several things:

Electronic music, folk, indie, synths, sci-fi, reading, philosophy, writing, geekery, pop culture, fashion, amusing things, super dimentional fortress, London, literature, arts, ballet, symphony, opera, avant garde, coffee, chinese food.

I was born in the 80's. I like animals. I'm friendly but my Anxiety Disorder and ADHD make me a hyperactive recluse, befriend me, follow me, reblog me, ask me things, etc.

Elisa x

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I feel like I need to puke, and nap, in a hyperbaric chamber…

*gag*

Gory Day

Amelia woke up feeling startled
the house was surprisingly calm
she didn’t hear Edgar,
her stomp-y brother, mucking about
she couldn’t hear Purple,
her clumsy golden retriever
she didn’t hear mother, making breakfast
she didn’t hear father, making demands
all she could hear was a whirring noise
coming from outside
but she was too scared to get out of bed
and look out the window
she screamed for her momma
but there was no answer
she screamed for her father
he did not respond
so she panicked, and ran out of her bedroom
and what she found, was nothing if not gore
Purple was stabbed,
dead in a pool of her own blood
Father was beaten unconscious, and to a pulp
Mother was shot in the head, 
Edgar in her arms strangled with a tea towel
around his neck
somebody was banging at the door
'We're here to help, is there anyone there?
your neighbour heard a shot
is everything ok?’
Amelia ran to open the door
but there were no cops as she previously thought
it was her killer
who pointed at her with a gun

follow the black rabbits

Moth who knows about me

parallel possibilities

Ophelia disappeared, but I still smell herI don’t miss her, I want to forgetI want to pretend she was never aroundI’d like to pretend I never met herbut she lingers, in every bottle of wineeven grapes remind me of herI wish I could murder her againbut this time I would first get rid of her scent

Ophelia disappeared, but I still smell her
I don’t miss her, I want to forget
I want to pretend she was never around
I’d like to pretend I never met her
but she lingers, in every bottle of wine
even grapes remind me of her
I wish I could murder her again
but this time I would first get rid of her scent

stress is shit
me

for Mila <3 #handmade #needlefelting #ooak #softsculpture #sculpture #needlefelted

illustrations from ‘the flower fairies’ / charity shop find :-)

rainbow

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