while i pondered weak and weary

Hello, world. I haven't blogged in what seems like too long a time, which makes me sad. But now I'm back! (Way to state the obvious.)  

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AMERICAN HORROR STORY STARTED BACK. I only included this picture because 1) Evan Peters is one of my favorite people ever and 2) I'm trying to repress all of my fangirl feelings for him/Tate Langdon/Kit Walker/American Horror Story. If I didn't hold myself back, there'd probably be hundreds of AHS pictures on this here blog. 

This is the most famous death mask in the world, called L'Inconnue de la Seine, which means "the unknown woman of the Seine". It's a death mask of a woman-thought to be around 16 years old-who was pulled up out of the Seine River in Paris. She was thought to have committed suicide, since no signs of violence were discovered on her body. When the mask was first produced, it was-and probably still is-considered art and hung in the houses of people around the world.  I find it so eerie and beautiful; I like to think that her face is this way because she'd finally found peace and had no troubles anymore, which sounds really cheesy, I know. 

I've decided to be a raven for Halloween/Senior Dress Up Day (which is actually on November 2, not October 31, so yay, more misinformation). I bought THE COOLEST black wings yesterday, and I plan to find excuses to wear them on normal days. I only realized when I got home that Suzy from Moonrise Kingdom was a raven in the movie, which made me feel even cooler. 

Suzy's raven costume was way better than mine, though. 

Two random things that I felt like sharing (three if you count the one below, which sums up everything about me-the seller of it on Etsy said it's called " '90s revival girl", so YEAH, it's definitely about me.)

I watched a show about Marilyn Miller today; she seems amazing. 

Lately, I've been thinking about something that my English class discussed. It was this quote: 

I am not who you think I am. I am not who I think I am. I am, who I think, you think, I am. 

      It's about how people usually act the way they think other people think of them, even when that usually isn't how others think of the person, and that we're really only ourselves when we're alone. (Another quote that ties into this-"All the world's a stage." That was made up by Stanley Tucci. Kidding, kidding, it's Shakespeare. Let's hope you knew that.) I realized how true that is, especially for me. For example, one of my friends think I obsess over things too much-which I don't-so I find myself doing so because of that. It's really odd, and I don't know why I'm talking about it. But I feel like it's important. I have a lot to say about it, but this is turning into word vomit. Anyway. 

       

               a collage I made over the summer representing my brain at the time             ("Playground Love" by Air does a good job of this, too.)

On another note, I've been thinking about it lately, and I think I need a pen pal. As in, an actual snail mail pen pal. Whenever I see how people used send each other letters, I find myself envying them. So I have decided: I need a pen pal! Or two! Or three! So yeah, instead of being annoying about this, I'm asking you to be a pal and pick up a pen. (I honestly don't know what compelled me to type up that last bit.) 

So basically, if you're interested in being my pen pal, just say the word! Then we can send each other letters covered in stickers and teenage angst.

                                                                                     -Britney