There are times in Life when it seems all light extinguishes, leaving blackness, fear, and despair.
And yet. . .
In the midst of it. . .if we look deep without our inner recesses, we will find the inextinguishable flame we’ve carried all along.
Remember what you have accomplished. Remember the demons you’ve conquered, the tears and blood you’ve shed. For you are a warrior, stronger than anyone else can ever know. You are a survivor, you are beautiful, and you are a beacon of light in spite of all.
Yes, yes…that’s what I said. Ice Cream for Goth chicks.
If lactose wasn’t so vehemently opposed to my stomach, and ice cream wouldn’t so zealously affix itself to my body, I would be seeking out Little Damage Ice Cream forthwith.
I don’t *totally* get the “unicorn” craze – I can respect the love of iridescence, absolutely, but I feel like this is getting to be a little overboard. Whatever. . .I’d go crazy for black ice cream regardless, just because…but as it squashing the overwhelming barrage of rainbow swirls left and right, I have to say I’m smiling ear to ear. . .
Goth girl getting back at the illusory and evanescent concept that is the prismatic unicorn? Maybe. . . But I think it’s more directed at the onslaught of look-at-pink-and-blue-sparkly-anime-eyed-me’s.
I’m not a trend follower, though – there it is. I lean towards the caliginous so despite my personal penchant for glitter, I’d ditch it for black without a second thought.
I mean, black and red ombre?! Holy shit, I’m in heaven!!!
All I can say is these cones, black as night, and the dark-and-dreary hued ice cream is up my alley and beyond. Had this been more prevalent when I was little, you better believe I’d have had it in place of birthday cake at my parties. Too bad, five year-olds, you can deal without pink for five minutes.
The humor of the darker days…
Adrienne Hedger cartoon
Fortunately the shortest day passed already, so it’s onwards and upwards…with less feels-like-12am breakouts.
Just because I adore her. . .
I loved this image. . .because it – broadly, in essence – is something I feel profoundly.
The light never does go out completely – the Universe still has quite a bit of (illuminated) stardust to go around!
And if ever night seems utterly stygian, you are certain to find starlight in the eyes, and words, and embraces of those you love. You need only look, and receive.
I love companies that embrace the 31st (of October, not that you needed to ask) – it isn’t that I feel validated so much as it’s more eye candy for me!
If you aren’t sure who will carry the products you need to create your Hallows badassery, look no further – Illamasqua has you covered!
Seriously, forget the low-end stuff you can get at a pop-up Halloween store, or Party City – you don’t really want to use that stuff on your skin (not to mention, the color payoff is often splotchy or generally inconsistent.)
If haunting happens to be a favorite activity of yours (or you gravitate towards dark and mysterious on an every day basis), celebrate with a splurge. Or a few. You definitely won’t be disappointed!
More Halloween Fun..
I’m seeing a ton of Spring these days, which isn’t at all a bad thing… But it’s kind of like seeing Christmas decorations before Halloween…and I personally think Halloween (especially Halloween!) should have its time to shine!
Same goes for colors and texture – in fashion apparel, color cosmetics, packaging, what have you – it’s nice to relish in the tempestuous, Earthen, burnished shades for a while (It isn’t even New Years!)
These four hues read autumnal, wintery, nocturnal and vampish – and, as you know, I am ALL for vamp! 😀
The new Legendary Creams, not only giving a nod to the aforementioned, but also to the moody, dark-lipped grunge of the 1990s, are as follows:
- Plum Role – Matte Dark Plum
- Punked– Matte Deep Grey
- Coffee Run – Cream Rich Brown
- Witchy – Cream Deep Burgundy (had me in mind for this last one?!)
These will be strong and bold, and with Plum Role and Punked, you teeter on a sassy edge – so if you are faint of heart, steer clear. Otherwise, paint your pout and rock with denim (torn and battered, of course!)