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caveartfair · 7 years ago

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This Photographer Envisioned a Fierce Army of Girls, Forging Their Own Paths

Justine Kurland, The Wall, 2000. © Justine Kurland. Courtesy the artist and Mitchell-Innes & Nash, New York.

Throughout her career, photographer Justine Kurland has trained her lens on divergent subjects both documentary and staged: young girls, nude mothers, men at auto body shops. Across her work, there’s a muted sense of romance, of both gritty desire and desperation. Kurland relishes gravel, fences, dead animals, cell phone towers, broken windows, and car engines. Now a mother herself, she’s ultimately outgrown the label that once reductively described her young, female cohort who captured even younger women on rolls of film: “girl photographers.”

Just over 20 years ago, Kurland began photographing young women both in tough, urban settings and more idyllic, secluded locales. The subjects in this series, simply titled “Girls,” rest against one another outside a bleak Toys ‘R’ Us, sit beneath an underpass, roast an animal over an open flame, and gather along rivers or in wooded clearings. They torture boys, eat ice cream, and play cards. The 69 career-launching images, made between 1997 and 2002, are now on view all together for the first time (as vintage prints)at Mitchell Innes & Nash—they’re only for sale as a complete set, transforming the individual images into a larger event.

Justine Kurland, Bathroom, 1997. © Justine Kurland. Courtesy the artist and Mitchell-Innes & Nash, New York.

Kurland began the series when she was a graduate student at Yale, where she studied under Gregory Crewdson and Laurie Simmons. Her relationship with Simmons extended beyond the classroom: “I remember how thrilling it was to share cigarettes with her on the back staircase, to hear her talk about her work and break the no-smoking rule together,” Kurland tells Artsy via email. “Her attention repaired some of the confidence that had broken during my time in the program.”

Simmons also introduced her to her babysitter, Lily. Kurland began photographing Lily and her friends in staged scenarios around what she calls “interstitial sections of Brooklyn.” Kurland gave them minimal direction, though her shots suggest that they’re runaways, both fierce and independent. Of all the stereotypical roles a teenage girl could occupy, Kurland believed that this was the most hopeful—“there’s a potential to find a world in which they belong,” she explains.

In 1999, a year after Kurland graduated from Yale, Crewdson included her work in a group show at Van Doren Waxter, entitled “Another Girl, Another Planet.” All but one of the 12 exhibited artists were women, and most of the included work featured adolescent girls, simultaneously tough and vulnerable. Along with a few of her co-exhibitors, including Katy Grannan, Dana Hoey, and Malerie Marder (all fellow Yale grads), Kurland earned a reputation as a “girl photographer.”

Justine Kurland, Making Happy, 1998. © Justine Kurland. Courtesy the artist and Mitchell-Innes & Nash, New York.

In one of the “Girls” photographs, Making Happy (1998), Kurland captures a rusty, beat-up car parked near barren trees and a graffiti-laden underpass. A Budweiser billboard looms in the background, while trash and leaves litter the nearby brush. Upon closer inspection, we see two entangled bodies in the back of the vehicle, ostensibly in the middle of “making happy.”

Indeed, a steady undercurrent of sex runs throughout the entire series. Shortly after completing the series, Kurland began dating women as well as men. “For the last three years I’ve been madly in love with a woman I feel lucky to call my partner,” she tells Artsy. “Looking back at the ‘Girl’ pictures it’s hard not to read the homoerotic subtext of these pictures as my optical unconscious.”

Kurland hopped continents in 2001, photographing girls again, but this time, across the New Zealand landscape. The settings there were more lush, the girls often clothed in school uniforms. She returned to the United States and spent the next 12 years on the road, traveling in a green Chevy Astro minivan. Her models were naked women or members of communes. The resulting images often depicted strange feminist utopias.

Justine Kurland, Kung Fu Fighters, 1999. © Justine Kurland. Courtesy the artist and Mitchell-Innes & Nash, New York.

Then, in 2004, Kurland gave birth to a son. She named him Casper, inspired by the painter Caspar David Friedrich, who rendered one of art history’s most famous wanderers, staring out at the fog. Reluctant to abandon her itinerant life, Kurland took her son on the road; sometimes, he even became her subject matter. She captured him in their van, lying on a picnic table, climbing a dusty ledge. Kurland recalls him telling her: “Mama, you’re a photographer so you can go on road trips.” Indeed, her work required a certain bohemian vagrancy, constant movement in order to capture—paradoxically—“stills.” While the photographer’s themes evolved beyond adventure-seeking youth, a certain wildness was still pervasive.

As Kurland adjusted to life as a new mother, she turned her lens on women undergoing the same life-altering experiences. In her series “Mama Baby” (2004–07), pregnant women and young mothers cavort nude in idyllic landscapes: on a misty beach, in a sunlit forest, in snowy mountains.

If Kurland’s van had been integral to her art practice, her son developed an affection for another kind of vehicle: trains. She recalls how, at two years old, his obsession led the pair to visit railroad museums and trespass on railroad property. Her series “This Train is Bound for Glory” (2007–11) captured boxcars and the vagrants who hitched rides on them across the open American landscape. Many of the photographs were shot from a long range, making them more about the scenic environment than the locomotives themselves.

Road Bunnies, 2012, . Justine Kurland Aperture Foundation

280 Coup, 2012. Justine Kurland Mitchell-Innes & Nash

Justine Kurland, Flashlight, 1999. © Justine Kurland. Courtesy the artist and Mitchell-Innes & Nash, New York.

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Justine Kurland, Girls in Sand, 2002. © Justine Kurland. Courtesy the artist and Mitchell-Innes & Nash, New York.

Justine Kurland, Clothes make the man, Desert scene, 2001. © Justine Kurland. Courtesy the artist and Mitchell-Innes & Nash, New York.

Beginning in 2011, Kurland zoomed in. Her next series, “Sincere Auto Care” (2011–15), focused on cars and the mechanics who fixed them. Many of these shots offer granular detail. She highlights the musculature and tattoos that define a man’s body, or the precise inner workings of an engine. After all those years depicting women, Kurland’s son, in part, inspired her to turn her artistic vision toward American masculinity. She even titled one of these photographs What Casper Might Look Like if He Grew Up to be a Junkie in Tacoma (2013). Her concerns about children’s opportunities and expectations had become deeply personal.

An era, however, was ending. Around 2010, Kurland’s van was totalled. She enrolled Casper in elementary school. Even if her work isn’t autobiographical in the traditional sense, the story she’s written for herself has become a dreamy, though fraught, adventure tale. It ends—as many such narratives do—in her own backyard. Within the past few years, Kurland has turned toward her past. Now, she’s shooting around her hometown of Fulton, New York. “The town’s economic depression underscored a psychological depression I felt growing up there,” she says. “In many ways, my road trips were about putting as much distance between Fulton and myself as I could. I decided to go back to see what I was running from.”

In recent work, Kurland returns to more intimate sites, as well. She photographed her mother à la Gustave Courbet’s L’Origine du monde; her dead father’s artwork (he was a painter); and a series that involves strap-ons (including a self-portrait that shows her wearing one at an ex’s house).

Justine Kurland, Broadway (Joy), 2001. © Justine Kurland. Courtesy the artist and Mitchell-Innes & Nash, New York.

These later pictures meditate on many of the same themes evident, if more quietly, in “Girls”: sexuality; the intersection of mood and place; childhood. The series, though slightly tinged with a late-1990s grunge sensibility, is still haunting. Kurland confides that Lily—whom she photographed decades ago—died 10 years after she took her picture. Kurland found out while she was driving, her son sitting next to her in his carseat. She withholds the particulars of the tragedy, but tells Artsy that “for months afterward I would have panic flashes imagining the horrific last moments of her death. Had she been scared? Had she been in pain? I imagined her fighting to live. Out of pure narcissism I blamed myself for not saving her, that had after all been my mission with these pictures.”

Kurland stresses the importance of revisiting this work in our contemporary political climate. “I pictured a standing army of girls united in solidarity, outside the margins of home or institution, working together to build a community that foregrounded their experience as primary and irrefutable,” she says. “These photographs were a call to action, then as now.”

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gadgetgirl71 · 4 years ago

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Top Ten Tuesday 22 September 2020

Welcome to this weeks Top Ten Tuesday. Originally created by The Broke & The Bookish, which is now hosted by Jana @ That Artsy Reader Girl. Each week it features a book or literary themed category. This weeks prompt is:

Books On My Autumn 2020 TBR:

Meet Me in London by Georgia Toffolo

What do you do when your fake engagement starts to feel too real…

Aspiring clothes designer Victoria Scott spends her days working in a bar in Chelsea, and her evenings designing vintage clothes, dreaming of one day opening her own boutique. But these aspirations are under threat from the new department store opening at the end of her road. She needs a Christmas miracle, but one is not forthcoming.

Oliver Russell’s Christmas is not looking very festive right now. His family’s new London department store opening is behind schedule, and on top of that his interfering, if well meaning, mother is pressing him to introduce his girlfriend to her. A girlfriend who does not exist. He needs a diversion. Something to keep his mother from interfering while he focuses on the business.

When Oliver meets Victoria, he offers a proposition: pretend to be his girlfriend at the opening of his store and he will provide an opportunity for Victoria to showcase her designs. But what starts as a business arrangement soon becomes something more tempting, as the fake relationship starts to feel very real. But when secrets in Victoria’s past are exposed will Oliver walk away, or will they both follow their hearts and find what neither knew they were looking for…

Breathless by Jennifer Niven

From Jennifer Niven, the New York Times bestselling author of All the Bright Places, comes an unforgettable new novel about a sensitive girl ready to live her bravest life–sex, heartbreak, family dramas, and all.

Before: With graduation on the horizon, budding writer Claudine Henry is making plans: college in the fall, become a famous author, and maybe–finally–have sex. She doesn’t even need to be in love. Then her dad drops a bombshell: he’s leaving Claude’s mother. Suddenly, Claude’s entire world feels like a lie, and her future anything but under control.

After: Claude’s mom whisks them away to the last place Claude could imagine nursing a broken heart: a remote, mosquito-infested island off the coast of Georgia. But then Jeremiah Crew happens. Miah is a local trail guide with a passion for photography–and a past he doesn’t like to talk about. He’s brash and enigmatic, and even more infuriatingly, he’s the only one who seems to see Claude for who she wants to be. So when Claude decides to sleep with Miah, she tells herself it’s just sex, nothing more. There’s not enough time to fall in love, especially if it means putting her already broken heart at risk.

Compulsively readable and impossible to forget, Jennifer Niven’s luminous new novel is an insightful portrait of a young woman ready to write her own story.

The Illustrated Child by Polly Crosby

Romilly lives in a ramshackle house with her eccentric artist father and her cat, Monty. She knows little about her past – but she knows that she is loved.

When her father finds fame with a series of children’s books starring her as the main character, everything changes: exotic foods appear on the table, her father appears on TV, and strangers appear at their door, convinced the books contain a treasure hunt leading to a glittering prize.

But as time passes, Romilly’s father becomes increasingly suspicious of everything around him, until, before her eyes, he begins to disappear altogether.

In her increasingly isolated world, Romilly turns to the secrets her father has hidden in his illustrated books, realising that there is something far darker and more devastating locked within the pages…

The truth.

The Illustrated Child is the unforgettable, beguiling debut from Polly Crosby.

Ghosts by Dolly Alderton

Nina Dean has arrived at her early thirties as a successful food writer with loving friends and family, plus a new home and neighbourhood. When she meets Max, a beguiling romantic hero who tells her on date one that he’s going to marry her, it feels like all is going to plan.

A new relationship couldn’t have come at a better time – her thirties have not been the liberating, uncomplicated experience she was sold. Everywhere she turns, she is reminded of time passing and opportunities dwindling. Friendships are fading, ex-boyfriends are moving on and, worse, everyone’s moving to the suburbs. There’s no solace to be found in her family, with a mum who’s caught in a baffling mid-life makeover and a beloved dad who is vanishing in slow-motion into dementia.

Dolly Alderton’s debut novel is funny and tender, filled with whip-smart observations about relationships, family, memory, and how we live now.

Friends and Strangers by J Courtney Sullivan

An insightful, hilarious, and compulsively readable novel about a complicated friendship between two women who are at two very different stages in life, from the best-selling author of Maine and Saints for All Occasions (named one of the Washington Post’s Ten Best Books of the Year and a New York Times Critics’ Pick).

Elisabeth, an accomplished journalist and new mother, is struggling to adjust to life in a small town after nearly twenty years in New York City. Alone in the house with her infant son all day (and awake with him much of the night), she feels uneasy, adrift. She neglects her work, losing untold hours to her Brooklyn moms’ Facebook group, her “influencer” sister’s Instagram feed, and text messages with the best friend she never sees anymore.

Enter Sam, a senior at the local women’s college, whom Elisabeth hires to babysit. Sam is struggling to decide between the path she’s always planned on and a romantic entanglement that threatens her ambition. She’s worried about student loan debt and what the future holds. In short order, they grow close. But when Sam finds an unlikely kindred spirit in Elisabeth’s father-in-law, the true differences between the women’s lives become starkly revealed and a betrayal has devastating consequences.

A masterful exploration of motherhood, power dynamics, and privilege in its many forms, Friends and Strangers reveals how a single year can shape the course of a life.

Our Story by Miranda Dickinson

Otty has just landed her dream job. She’s about to join the writing team of one of the most respected showrunners in TV. And then the night before her first day, she’s evicted from her flat. Joe has been working with Russell for years. He’s the best writer on his team, but lately something has been off. He’s trying to get his mojo back, but when his flatmate moves out without warning he has other things to worry about. Otty moving into Joe’s house seems like the most obvious solution to both their problems, but neither is prepared for what happens next. Paired together in the writing room, their obvious chemistry sparks from the page and they are the writing duo to beat. But their relationship off the page is an entirely different story, and neither of them can figure out why. And suddenly the question isn’t, will they, or won’t they? It’s why won’t they? An epic and modern love story for our times, we will all see ourselves reflected in Otty and Joe. We are our own biggest barriers and this novel explores what happens when we get out of our own way. And it is glorious.

From Breath and Ruin (Elements of Five Book 1) by Carrie Ann Ryan

New York Times bestselling author Carrie Ann Ryan dives into a world with magic and sacrifice with the Elements of Five.

It is said the Spirit Priestess will one day unite the two Kingdoms of the Maison Realm. She will one day fight alongside Wielders and unlock the five elements of power.

It wasn’t until I nearly died that I realized they were talking about me. They tell me I have the power to save the world, and yet the war raging around me seems insurmountable. I must rely on those I thought shunned me long ago: a boy who isn’t who I thought, and a new realm of warriors who have come to protect me.

The darkness is coming, and the Queen of Obscurité wants to ensure that the King of Lumière can’t get his hands on me. And to make that happen, the Queen will sacrifice anything—including me.

Reflect (Reclaim Trilogy Book 1) by Jess Booth & Joanna Reeder

Their romance only lasted a short few months… but that was more than 100 years ago.

Ever since his fiancé, Gemma MacLugh, was killed at the hands of a dragon shifter, vampire Leif Villers has mourned his loss. Still, a part of him never gave up on her. He could hear her voice, feel her love even through the grave, relive her memories over and over until they were stripped from him.

Now Leif has discovered the final piece to bring her back from death’s clutches. He carried her brooch, never knowing it held the key to resurrecting his love.

Too bad it’s now in the hands of the formidable kraken shifter who nearly destroyed the Shifter Academy in the recent vampire/shifter war and then slithered away, never to be seen again.

Across time, powerful selkie Gemma MacLugh–a magic user who can shape-shift into a seal–should have a wonderful, comfortable existence at her home in New York in 1897. But jealous sisters target her with their cruelty, making life miserable. If not for her Grandmother and her best friend and fellow selkie, Frederick, things might have been truly unbearable.

But when a mermaid seer foretells her upcoming death and opportunity arises to leave her home and travel across the country to a boarding house in Washington, she takes it.

To get away from her cruel sisters.

To escape her destiny.

But is it luck or fate’s final joke when she meets a tall, dark and handsome man by the name of Leif Villers?

Their love will challenge time and death itself, but can Leif get Gemma back? Can Gemma truly escape her fate?

**Reflect is the first book in the Reclaim Trilogy within the Shifter Academy Universe written by USA Today Bestselling Authors, Jesse Booth and Joanna Reeder**

The Trials of Koli (Rampart Trilogy Book 2) by M R Carey

The Trials of Koli is the second novel in M R. Carey’s breathtakingly original Rampart trilogy, set in a strange and deadly world of our own making.

Beyond the walls of Koli’s small village lies a fearsome landscape filled with choker trees, vicious beasts and shunned men. As an exile, Koli’s been forced to journey out into this mysterious, hostile world. But he heard a story, once. A story about lost London, and the mysterious tech of the Old Times that may still be there. If Koli can find it, there may still be a way for him to redeem himself – by saving what’s left of humankind.

The Golden Hour by Beatriz Williams

The New York Times bestselling author of The Summer Wives and A Certain Age creates a dazzling epic of World War II-era Nassau—a hotbed of spies, traitors, and the most infamous couple of the age, the Duke and Duchess of Windsor.

The Bahamas, 1941. Newly-widowed Leonora “Lulu” Randolph arrives in Nassau to investigate the Governor and his wife for a New York society magazine. After all, American readers have an insatiable appetite for news of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, that glamorous couple whose love affair nearly brought the British monarchy to its knees five years earlier. What more intriguing backdrop for their romance than a wartime Caribbean paradise, a colonial playground for kingpins of ill-gotten empires?

Or so Lulu imagines. But as she infiltrates the Duke and Duchess’s social circle, and the powerful cabal that controls the islands’ political and financial affairs, she uncovers evidence that beneath the glister of Wallis and Edward’s marriage lies an ugly—and even treasonous—reality. In fact, Windsor-era Nassau seethes with spies, financial swindles, and racial tension, and in the middle of it all stands Benedict Thorpe: a scientist of tremendous charm and murky national loyalties. Inevitably, the willful and wounded Lulu falls in love.

Then Nassau’s wealthiest man is murdered in one of the most notorious cases of the century, and the resulting coverup reeks of royal privilege. Benedict Thorpe disappears without a trace, and Lulu embarks on a journey to London and beyond to unpick Thorpe’s complicated family history: a fateful love affair, a wartime tragedy, and a mother from whom all joy is stolen.

The stories of two unforgettable women thread together in this extraordinary epic of espionage, sacrifice, human love, and human courage, set against a shocking true crime . . . and the rise and fall of a legendary royal couple.

Until next Tuesday

#JustForFun, #Top Ten Tuesday, #TopTenTuesday, #TTT

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55 Sport Short Haircuts with Thick Hair

Feel a “short hair, don’t care!” vibe? Are you tired of the hardcore maintenance that thick hair requires when kept long? Then be bold and go for a cut!

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1. Cute Short Haircuts for Thick Hair

Bobs are one of the all-time top haircuts that do thick hair justice. Although we have talked all about bob haircuts for fine hair, we want to reassure you that they work amazingly well for thick hair too!

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For a hairstyle that’s pumped with attitude, consider an edgy haircut like this one. As far as short haircuts for thick hair are in discussion, choppy is the way to go. You can obtain this effect by cutting your hair in dramatic layers in key areas.

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Gals with thick and wavy hair are some of the luckiest ones around. Their natural waves will fall into place beautifully no matter which long or even short hairstyles for thick hair they go for. This longer, choppy haircut that accentuates this generous texture is a perfect example of this.

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Besides pixie haircuts, short bobs are also among the most beloved haircuts that flatter thick hair. Not only are they super easy to maintain in the long run, but they go hand in hand with thicker locks. Sport yours with or without bangs.

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Curly hair can be a pain to maintain sometimes, especially when it’s cut short. So how do you know what the best short haircut for curly and thick hair is? Well, this office-friendly hairstyle surely gets a 5-star rating from us with its strategic layers that help keep the curls in place.

16. Mohawk Hairstyles

In the mood to channel your inner rock star? You can always look at P!nk’s style for inspiration, even more so if you have thick hair and want a short and edgy haircut. Go above and beyond with a super cool mohawk!

17. Short to Medium Haircuts for Thick Hair

Here’s another idea for ladies who want a short to medium-ish haircut. The hairstyle here is about shoulder-length and with an abundance of layers to emphasize the thick locks. We also love how the lowlights bring the entire look to life.

18. A-Line Bobs

It’s obvious that we’re head over heels in love with bobs, be it a layered bob, a lob, or any other of the many types of bobs. But here, we want to shine a light on the A-line bob. Also known as the angled bob, this can be a dream come true for women who want a classy yet outgoing hairstyle.

19. Vintage Haircuts for Short Thick Hair

Who doesn’t appreciate a timeless hairstyle? This wavy bob is retro-inspired and provides a polished outcome that will never go out of fashion. It’s ideal for women with thick and wavy locks who are also passionate about vintage things.

20. Classy Short Hairstyles

Want to attract attention through your elegance? You can easily do so through a well-planned short haircut, and it is particularly easy if you have thick hair. One approach we particularly recommend is this long pixie cut.

21. Thick Side Swept Bangs

What better way to make your hairstyle pop than with a flawless set of bangs? There are numerous ways you can style yours, but one of our favorites is the fully side-swept look that goes extremely well with any short haircut.

22. Short Haircuts for Thick Coarse Hair

We can’t stress enough how much layers matter for getting a glamorous look. If your thick hair leans towards the coarse side, you can count on layered hairstyles to keep it in place. As a side note, the shorter your coarse hair is, the easier it will be to maintain.

23. Short Haircuts for Thick Hair and Oval Faces

After covering round faces, we want to give a few pointers to ladies with an oval shape. Pixie haircuts will look brilliant on this type of face. In fact, it’s arguably the most flattering face shape of all for this hairstyle. The layered bangs are the cherry on top.

24. Tousled Hairstyles

Don’t shy away from going messy with your thick locks! The messy hair trend is going strong and will probably continue doing so. After all, you can’t go wrong with chin-length haircut that is fabulously tousled.

25. Full Bangs for Thick Hair

We’re here to point out yet another significant advantage of thick hair: its fullness. While women with fine hair can pull off blunt bangs, no one rocks them quite like ladies with thick hair. Enjoy these full bangs as they gracefully cover your forehead.

26. Short Haircuts for Women over 50 with Thick Hair

There are few women over 50 who can nail a youthful look quite like Kris Jenner. The head of the Kardashian clan proves that you should always be brave with your style, regardless of age.

27. Edgy Short Haircut Styles for Thick Hair

Hitting the razor for your hairstyle takes a lot of courage, no matter how determined you are, to begin with. However, a razor pixie cut like this one will definitely not pass by unnoticed.

28. Statement Hairstyles

To take your entire look to the next level, bump up your bold hairstyle and make it a statement one. For this, experiment with various colors, cuts, layers and basically anything else that comes to mind!

29. Afro Hairstyles

Tapered hairstyles are not only enchanting but also highly flattering for women with afro-textured hair. To rock your natural locks in a jaw-dropping way, go for a pompadour-inspired tapered haircut.

30. Easy Short Haircuts for Thick Straight Hair

Another low maintenance look we’re sure you’ll adore if you have straight hair is this choppy bob. Provided your hair is generally straight, you should have no problems styling and maintaining it. Also, as time passes, it will gracefully grow into a chic shoulder-length hairstyle.

31. Form-Friendly Hairstyles

If you’re all about funky shapes when it comes to hairstyles, you definitely need to check out this look. The fact that your hair is thick will make it settle in beautifully, and the curved edge makes for a remarkable hairstyle.

32. Very Short Haircuts for Thick Hair

Yet another super short style for gals with thick hair is the textured pixie with short bangs. This type of artsy hairstyle has a unique allure and has a sense of mystery and romance.

33. Highlights for Thick Hair

For a natural approach, consider playing around with colors and getting some highlights to add a bit of sunshine to your locks. Blonde streaks on brown hair will always be appropriate.

34. Medium Short Haircuts for Thick Hair

Shoulder-length hairstyles are popular among girls with thick hair for more reasons than one.

35. Boyish Pixie Cuts

It’s striking how some haircuts that are generally referred to as “boyish” are as feminine as hairstyles can be. Admire this pixie haircut inspired by the classic bowl cut boys get in their younger years. The results are spectacular!

36. Inverted Bobs

If you’re not into neither layered bobs nor blunt ones, play around with inverted bobs. Considering the fact that you have thick hair, the inverted cutting will help it fall into place and frame your face marvelously.

37. Short Haircuts for Thick Black Hair

We absolutely love the twist on this pixie haircut. What makes it stand out in a breathtaking way is the styling of the short bangs. Not only are they swept to the side, but also upwards for a genuinely dynamic outcome.

38. Short Pixie Haircuts for Thick Hair

You have surely noticed the most common elements among short haircuts for thick hair: pixie haircuts and bobs. This version of a pixie is adorable, edgy and classy, all in one, and helps create a hairstyle that will make heads turn wherever you go.

39. Angled Lobs

Long bobs can be worn in multiple ways. If you cut your hair at a slight angle, you will get a “Wow!” effect, for sure. This goes to show that even the smallest of details can make a big difference and create a hairstyle to remember!

40. Short Haircuts with Bangs for Thick Hair

This hairstyle is full of attitude: from the rugged layering to the short frontal bangs, it simply exudes confidence. Aside from the tousled styling, another aspect that makes this look meaningful is the discrete side swept nature of the bangs.

41. Pastel Hairstyles

What about color blends to help you make the most of your thick locks? Balayage hairstyles are trending just as much than ever, particularly those that mix pastel hair colors. This coloring technique will emphasize your thick strands and add a splash of color to your appearance.

42. Short Stacked Haircuts for Thick Hair

Cutting layers in a stacked fashion will help add more volume than ever before! It’s not that you need a drastic volume boost when you have thick hair; it’s just that it results in a truly appealing hairstyle. It can also make for a cool playground for adding streaks of colors to your hair.

43. Dynamic Hairstyles

If you want to sport a hairstyle that expresses dynamism, this is the look for you! It’s an original take on the traditional pixie with plenty of short layers all styled to the front. The outcome is as textured and dynamic as can be.

44. Short Haircuts for Thick Frizzy Hair

Curly hair can prove to be a blessing one day and a frizzy curse the next. Instead of trying to tame your frizzy locks, embrace them! This kind of hairstyle will bring out the best of your curls thanks to the layering and messy bangs.

45. Artsy Hairstyles

If you carry high fashion, art, and everything else that’s related to them in your heart, then incorporate this into your hairstyle! For instance, do so by ending your nape-length hair with a dynamic design, like the shaved one in the photo above.

46. Outgrown Pixie Cuts

There are more than enough reasons why pixie haircuts are so loved. The fact that they grow out so amazingly is certainly one of them. When transitioning from a pixie to a bob, style your hair in a similar manner to make the look unforgettable.

47. Short Asymmetrical Haircuts for Thick Hair

Asymmetry is an excellent way to make a haircut stand out. While it’s indeed a daring haircut to adopt, it also has a touch of sophistication that just can’t be denied. After all, the asymmetry can be as dramatic or discreet as you want it to be!

48. Short Edgy Haircuts for Thick Hair

Bring on the spikes! This is yet another example of how to spike short and thick hair. It’s definitely not a haircut that’s suitable for all, but rebellious girls or anyone with a colorful personality will likely enjoy wearing it!

49. Finger Waves

Let’s take a trip back in time for this delicate hairstyle. Finger waves were a must in the ’20s and ’30s and this hairstyle has also withstood the test of time. The technique is embraced nowadays more than ever – especially so among women with thick hair.

50. Shaggy Hairstyles

This is an ideal shaggy haircut for thick hair. It has a certain touch of innocence mixed with mystery, both of which make it very alluring. The full side-swept bangs also make it a wonderful haircut for those looking for an emo or scene hairstyle.

51. Lowlights in Short Hairstyles

Regardless of your age, lowlights can be a great addition to any short hairstyle. Play around with gray undertones if you’re a senior or play around with any other hair colors you like.

52. Short Haircuts for Thick Hair with Shaved Side

Here’s another cool short haircut for rebellious girls. Rock your thick locks chopped short and shave your hair on one side of your head. It might be a bit challenging to grow it out, but it will all be worth it!

53. Hipster Haircuts

Are you drawn to feminine, Parisian-style short haircuts for thick hair? Then recreate it in your hairstyle by adding short, flirty, and choppy layers. Leave the bangs a little shorter to get that European hipster vibe.

54. Mermaid Short Haircuts for Thick Hair

We’ve talked about pastel short haircuts for thick hair, but what about experimenting with the mermaid hair trend? Essentially, this takes the tones from a multi-pastel balayage and makes them brighter. Cooler tones usually work best for mermaid hairstyles.

55. Thick Curly Hair with Straight Bangs

Last but definitely not least, take your short haircut to the next level by playing around with textures. If you have naturally curly hair, straighten the bangs to get an intriguing combination. Likewise, you can curl the main part of your hair if your locks are naturally straight.

55 Sport Short Haircuts with Thick Hair

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Klaine one-shot - “The Life You Think You Deserve” (Rated PG13)

Blaine is making a huge change in his life. He’s starting by going to Kurt, a man with a specific talent that will help him move on. (5274 words)

Notes (or, in this case, petty commentary. Read if you want, or skip to the warnings down below): This is the re-write that I was actually the most excited about because it's kind of a huge f-u to everyone in the K*urtbastian fandom who's ever sh*t on my work. When I wrote this, it was a character study. But it actually got torn apart by two fandom writers - one K*urtbastian and one multishipper. One of them even made a post on tumblr about how I don't write Sebastian, I write badboy Blaine and pass him off as Sebastian, and this fic was the focus of that. Well, I thought this one was touching and brilliant, and hopefully, now that I've changed it, it will get the love I think it deserves! (See what I did there? I ... well, never mind.)

Warnings for mention of self-harm scars, mention of blood, and mention of Blaine being married to Quinn.

Skank Kurt. Closeted Blaine.

Read on AO3.

Blaine paces outside the run-down, red-bricked, residential loft that he had to bribe a taxi cab driver to take him to. He can honestly say that he has never feared for his life before tonight, so he can chalk this up as a first on his list of life experiences. He runs his hands up and down his arms while he tries to decide whether he will push the buzzer for the door or not. No matter what happens, he came here willingly, so he has no one to blame but himself.

The loft is located on a filthy side street in Bushwick – a neighborhood in Brooklyn that Blaine didn’t even know existed until a few months ago. He looks around at the stacks upon stacks of black trash bags, some brittle and disintegrating in the cold, piled up along the curbs, left to degrade as the garbage trucks seem to have forgotten that Bushwick exists. Blaine side-eyes a multitude of young men in black jackets with their faces covered, all shooting him curious looks. He had tried his best to dress down in an effort to blend in, but in his khaki pants and Burberry peacoat, he sticks out like a sore thumb. Blaine is neither too proud nor ashamed to admit that this is definitely not his element. Yes, Blaine could have probably lived happily the rest of his life having never come here, but now that he’s here, he’d feel like a coward if he backed out.

Blaine hears footsteps race down a staircase beyond the metal door in front of him, and he pauses in his tracks to see who comes out. Maybe he can slip through the door quietly when whoever on the other side leaves and continue his pacing inside.

But the door only opens a crack, big enough for a man’s face to peek out – an unnaturally pale face with a shock of teal hair sticking up from his forehead, and piercings on almost every conceivable piece of skin. His lipstick is dark purple, nearly black, though it’s difficult to tell the subtle differences beneath the orange glow of the arc sodium street lights. He stares at Blaine – icy blue eyes ringed in black liner – not blinking for nearly a full minute, which Blaine finds alarming.

“Are you coming upstairs?” those dark lips say in a high-pitched voice that Blaine did not initially expect, but which fits the face. “Or are you going to pace back and forth out here all night? You’re making my neighbors nervous.” His eyes look past Blaine to the group of young men in the black jackets that Blaine had been wary of. With a nod and a smile, he says, “Don’t worry, guys. This one’s with me.”

“Cool.”

“Alright.”

“Later, dude.”

The men wave their way, giving Blaine one last judgmental once over before turning down the street and disappearing around the corner.

“Why?” Blaine asks with a twist to his lips. “Did they think I was casing the joint?”

The pale man’s right eyebrow shoots almost as far up as his teal hair, the smirk on his lips mirroring Blaine’s.

“Sort of.” He opens the door wider and steps aside to let Blaine in. “You look like a fucking narc.” Blaine walks through the door, shivering the moment the heat of the hallway hits him, and catches the pale man shaking his head. “Casing the joint.” He chuckles as he closes the door, throwing about fifteen bolts to lock it tight. “Who the hell are you? Columbo?”

“I’m Blaine, actually,” Blaine replies lamely, following the man as he leads him up the stairs.

“I know that,” the man says, throwing a look over his shoulder. “I was keeping an eye out for you. You’re not the kind of man who usually comes all the way out to Bushwick looking for my particular services.”

“Really?” Blaine asks, intrigued. “And what kind of man am I?”

“Privileged,” the man answers quickly. “Private school boy. Artsy type, but you can afford to be. You have more money than you deserve.”

“Wow,” Blaine says with a dry, unamused chuckle. “You definitely don’t pull punches.”

“Don’t need to.” The man turns a corner and starts up another long staircase. “You’re paying to be here, and your credit card’s already cleared.”

“Wait” - Blaine finally catches on to something the man said before - “you were watching me for the last half hour while I was outside, freezing my butt off?”

“Yup,” the man says unapologetically. “From my fire escape.”

“Why didn’t you let me in earlier?” A latent chill runs up Blaine’s spine to remind him how cold it is outside.

“Because I wanted to see what you’d do.” The man turns another corner to yet another staircase. “Besides, our appointment is for eight, and it’s eight right now.”

Blaine looks up past the man at the remaining stairs and groans internally. Who the hell lives in an apartment with this many stairs and no elevator?

“Do you know who I am?” the man asks when Blaine goes quiet.

“Your name’s Kurt, right?” Blaine hopes he’s right. He has the feeling that this man - who he’s about to become very intimate with in the next few minutes - will be extremely offended if he’s not.

“Very good,” Kurt says with a smile that the devil himself might wear on Sundays. It makes Blaine nervous.

It almost makes him miss the time he spent waiting outside.

“Are … are you allowed to be doing this out of your loft?” Blaine scans the staircase around them, the awkwardly long steps and the antique scrolled wood railing an odd contrast to the otherwise industrial feel of the building.

“These are working lofts,” Kurt explains. “The people who live here are artists who conduct their business out of their homes. And since what I do qualifies as an art, so do I.”

“You think so?” The words slip out before Blaine can stop them, and he mentally slaps himself.

Kurt walks up to the next landing in silence and leads Blaine down a hall to one of the only two doors on the floor. Blaine waits for the fall-out from his arrogant remark, but Kurt smiles wider and winks at him.

“I know so.”

He grabs the handle and slides the immense door open. He gestures for Blaine to enter, following behind to secure the door.

Blaine turns a circle as he walks, looking the loft over. It’s a dark space – oppressively dark, a reflection of the unsafe atmosphere of the street outside. The walls are brick, but painted in abstract swirling patterns that fluoresce under the numerous black lights hanging from tracks installed along the beams of the ceiling. Art prints hang everywhere, alongside mirrors that make this enormous space seem even bigger. Kurt owns a whole lot of nothing furniture-wise. Blaine sees a kitchen with no table, a living room with no sofa. The only furniture in the whole loft, it seems, are two chairs over by the window, and a king-sized bed off to the far end.

It’s the bed that has Blaine captivated. It looks pristinely made, with a designer comforter tucked in above crisp, white sheets, and a mass of pillows in all sizes stacked neatly along the headboard.

Kurt snaps his fingers in Blaine’s face as he passes in front of him, drawing his attention to the two chairs by the window – one a regular rolling stool, and the other a large, vintage barber’s chair. Kurt settles down in the rolling stool and pulls up to a black counter, which had been obscured from view originally by the shadows in the room. Kurt flips on a few lamps, and bright white light floods that corner of the loft.

Blaine approaches the barber’s chair, peeling off his peacoat and swallowing hard. He has sudden flashbacks of an old CSI episode he once saw where some mob guy would castrate men in a chair just like this one. As he gets closer, he notices that it looks impeccably clean. Castration would probably leave a lot of blood stains – stains that even a really thorough person might miss - so the fact that this chair looks brand new has to count for something.

Blaine drapes his coat over the back of the chair and sits down, the thick, red vinyl cushions sucking him in, squeaking loudly as it accommodates his weight. It’s the kind of chair you have to recline in, and the moment his back touches it, he feels himself relax, even though his mind is still a whirlwind of alarms.

It’s the same reaction he gets when going to the dentist – knots in his stomach as he checks himself in, a momentary façade of calm as he sits in the chair and makes himself comfortable …

… then the dentist walks in, the drill comes out, and all he wants to do is scream and run.

Blaine watches Kurt set up his station – laying out inks and making adjustments to his tattoo gun – feeling less inclined to scream or run than he thought he would. Kurt steps on a pedal and listens to his machine buzz, then shuts it off and makes more adjustments.

Blaine’s brain aches with a need to interrogate this man on everything from his stark apartment to the color of his hair, but only one question burns to be asked.

“Are you really psychic?”

“I have a reputation for having certain abilities.” Kurt steps on the pedal again. “But no answer I give you will matter if you don’t think I am.”

Kurt glances at Blaine, his brief stare a challenge.

“I don’t believe in psychics.” Blaine folds his hands in his lap and looks up at the ceiling, where a row of black bulbs glow a metallic purple, lending color to Kurt’s skin when he rolls in and out of their light.

“Then why are you here? There are tons of tattoo artists in this city. I’m sure you could find one closer to you or, at least, in a safer neighborhood.”

“Because, like you said, my credit card already cleared,” Blaine replies, being as evasive as possible. If Kurt really is psychic, then he should know why Blaine is there, waiting to be tortured.

“Why are you here?” Kurt repeats, paying no mind to Blaine’s snarky remark. Blaine frowns. He was trying to prove a point, which he may have well proven, but he’ll feel like an ass making an issue of it.

“You came highly recommended,” Blaine says, which is as close to the truth as anything else.

“By Andy, right?” Kurt puts his gun down and pulls out a box of latex gloves. “The chick with the circular rainbow on her shoulder?”

“Yeah.” Blaine nods, not wanting to sound impressed that this man seemed to know off the top of his head who Blaine had mentioned recommending him when he made this appointment over six months ago. “She said you gave it to her for good luck.”

Kurt looks up at the note of derision in Blaine’s voice. “What? You don’t think the poor woman deserves a little luck?”

Blaine agrees in his mind that she does. After three failed marriages and two miscarriages, the woman deserves all the luck she can get, but Blaine doesn’t see how a tattoo is supposed to give that to her. Blaine stays tight-lipped about it as he watches Kurt prepare. Kurt sees the determined set of Blaine’s mouth and rolls his eyes.

“What were you thinking about getting?” Kurt turns in his stool to face Blaine, giving him his complete attention.

“Aren’t you supposed to tell me what I want? Isn’t that your shtick? My body is your canvas or something like that?”

Kurt chuckles. He sits with his back resting against his counter and looks at Blaine again, this time taking particular interest in Blaine’s eyes. Kurt stares until Blaine feels uneasy with this man’s eyes on him, staring like he knows too much – staring like he knows everything. Kurt licks his lips, reaching to his counter and grabbing a bottle of water.

“You don’t really want to get a tattoo,” Kurt starts, taking a drink from the bottle before he continues. “That’s why you’re so willing to put the decision into my hands. Not because you think I have any real psychic talent. And you’re right. I don’t.”

“So, what am I …?”

“You’re paying for the benefit of my expertise.” Kurt stands from his stool and walks over to Blaine. Placing one knee between Blaine’s legs and leaning in close, he grabs Blaine by the jaw and tilts his head down so he can look deeper into Blaine’s eyes. Again he stares, the blacks of his pupils wider now, pushing the blue of his irises aside, making his eyes look very much like an owl’s – dangerous and unreadable. “You’re changing lives,” Kurt whispers, his breath ghosting over Blaine’s lips at this close distance, “job, address, the whole shebang. And you’re here because you need to cover up some … scars …” Kurt’s eyes drift down to the long sleeves of Blaine’s dress shirt, pulled down to his wrists and buttoned tight at the cuffs.

Kurt looks back up to Blaine’s face, but instead of inscrutable and cold, his eyes are sympathetic.

It’s a sympathy that borders on pity, and Blaine doesn’t want pity.

“So, you’re a good guesser.” Blaine darts his eyes away, feeling exposed and violated that this man figured him out so easily when his closest friends and family haven’t even tried. “Besides, everybody’s got scars. That doesn’t make me any different.” Kurt pulls away slowly, standing up straighter, his fingers trailing down Blaine’s arm, brushing his wrist before they disappear. Kurt stares again, and Blaine feels as if another layer of his soul is being stripped bare. He’s about to give up, stand from the chair and leave, a thousand dollars be damned, but Kurt’s eyes drop back to Blaine’s cuff and, with swift fingers, he starts to undo the buttons.

“This one’s the worst,” Kurt mumbles as he works the buttons open. “Your left wrist, because you’re right-handed.”

Blaine’s rational mind thinks he should pull his wrist away before Kurt sees, but his heart – which has been screaming out for weeks for someone to notice that nothing is okay in his life, that he’s in unbearable pain – wants Kurt to see.

He wants someone to share the burden of his secret.

Kurt undoes the last button, but the marks had been visible after the first, and Kurt looks at the silvery shadows of these violent, angry scars with regret in his eyes.

He doesn’t like uncovering people’s secrets – he just happens to be good at it.

“I … I wasn’t trying to kill myself,” Blaine says, his hand trembling slightly beneath Kurt’s fingers.

“I know,” Kurt says softly. “I can help you with this.” The caress of Kurt’s eyes on Blaine’s skin is soft, but his fingertips are softer. “What did your wife say when she found out?”

Kurt doesn’t look at Blaine’s face when he asks his question, working now on the buttons of his right cuff to see the matching marks. He doesn’t need to look at Blaine to see his wide eyes and his jaw hanging open.

“How did you …?”

“The tan line on your left ring finger.” Kurt undoes the last button and runs his fingers delicately over the scars he uncovers there. “It’s narrow, part of a matching set, but not something a man would normally choose for himself unless he had small hands, and you …” Kurt lets a smile slip as he opens Blaine’s curled fingers “… definitely do not have small hands.”

Blaine’s return smile wobbles at the corners.

“She hasn’t yet,” Blaine admits. “I left her. I didn’t give her a reason.”

“But the reason is you don’t love her. You never did,” Kurt declares boldly, and even though it’s true, Blaine flinches. “You had to marry her” - Kurt laces their fingers together - “but your heart never beat that way.”

Kurt looks even deeper into Blaine’s eyes (and how that’s possible, Blaine doesn’t know), trying to unearth more, but Blaine can’t imagine there’s anything more there for Kurt to see. It’s true, all of it, but it doesn’t feel like truth because Blaine hasn’t confessed it.

He needs to start speaking for himself.

“I married her because I was expected to.”

Kurt unlaces their fingers, stepping away to take his seat. He rolls Blaine’s sleeve up to his elbow and grabs his tattoo gun. He turns the machine on and dips the needles in a cup of ink. The machine buzzes like an angry wasp in Kurt’s hands, but he holds it still, the needles barely an inch above Blaine’s skin.

“Keep talking,” Kurt commands, waiting patiently for Blaine to continue.

“My father …” the words come out, then a hiss as Kurt touches the machine and their driving needles into the sensitive skin of Blaine’s wrist.

“Yes,” Kurt says, concentrating on the mark he’s made, blending the red ink with a silver scar.

“My father is new money, so to speak, so he’s always afraid of losing it,” Blaine grinds out between his teeth, scolding himself in his head for being a wuss. “He’s also an asshole, a misogynist … a homophobe …”

“A Republican?” Kurt gives Blaine only a moment to breathe while he switches inks.

“My dad makes Republicans look compassionate.” Blaine bites his tongue to keep from embarrassing himself by whimpering.

Kurt whistles low. “Jesus. That sucks.” Blaine makes a fist and Kurt looks at his face - squinting into the darkness, his jaw locked, his face tense, his breathing coming a little too fast. “Try to relax, sweetheart,” Kurt says in a soothing voice, “or you’re going to pass out before we’re even halfway done.”

Blaine takes in a huge lungful of air and lets it out slowly.

“That’s better,” Kurt says, assaulting Blaine’s skin with the gun again. “So, tell me more about this asshole father of yours.”

“Well …” Blaine searches for a good place in his story to start. If he starts at the very beginning, then he’ll have to mention the constant badgering he got to strive for good grades and the threats if he didn’t succeed, if he didn’t become the captain of his school’s nationally ranked show choir or the head of the debate team, and the emotional manipulation that led him to Harvard instead of NYU. So he decides to start with his wife, Quinn. “My dad wants Anderson money to stay in the family – to be passed down from generation to generation. For that to happen, he needed his sons to get married and have kids. My older brother, Cooper, did his part, but he’s not exactly responsible in my father’s eyes. He dropped out of college after two years, married his first girlfriend, has more kids than he can handle. So my dad put more pressure on me to fulfill his wishes. ”

“Did you ever tell him the truth?”

Blaine looks at Kurt, hoping to see those icy eyes trained on him, but Kurt’s total focus is narrowed to the image erupting beneath his gun.

“No,” Blaine admits, scowling at his own weak voice. “He started pressing me to find a wife since the day I started college – which was about when I had finally become comfortable with the idea of …” Blaine stops mid-sentence, not yet comfortable with speaking his own truth out loud. Even now, as he is beginning to realize what is right for him, it still sounds wrong to say.

The gun stops biting into his flesh, and Kurt does look up, tilting his head as he reads Blaine’s eyes.

“The idea of exploring your sexuality?” Kurt asks.

“Yeah.” Blaine looks away. “Exactly.”

“Did you ever?” Kurt’s voice is strangely shy when he asks, though it could be the buzzing from the tattoo gun, Blaine thinks, distorting the timbre of Kurt’s voice.

“A few times. But you know, I felt so Goddamned guilty that I didn’t even enjoy it.” Blaine laughs out of anger, then hisses when the needles find another sensitive area of skin.

“That’s a shame.” Kurt stops to grab a paper towel. He wets it, then wipes down the image so far. The soothing sensation lasts only a second before Blaine’s skin ignites beneath the tattoo gun again. “Did you meet your wife in college?”

“No, she’s a … friend of the family.” Blaine’s description is vague, and Kurt leaves it. “She was kind of chosen for me, so to speak.”

“Was it an arranged marriage?” Kurt asks incredulously without lifting his eyes from Blaine’s arm.

“No, not arranged.” Blaine laughs. “It was greatly encouraged.” Blaine sighs. “It might have well been arranged. By the time I asked her to marry me, I couldn’t care less either way. I had been hounded and threatened with everything from being disowned to being locked away. She was as good as anyone else.” Blaine shakes his head. “The worst part is she’s such a lovely woman. She deserves so much better.”

“You both do.” Kurt sighs, wiping the tattoo down again. He returns to his work, and the studio goes silent, the buzz of the machine filling the air with its constant drone. Blaine keeps his eyes fixed to the ceiling, intent on not peeking at the image until Kurt is done with it. He feels Kurt finish with his left arm – over three hours’ worth of work – and spin the barber’s chair around so he can move on to the right.

“Where were you thinking of running?” Kurt pipes up halfway through the right arm.

“Hmmm?” Blaine asks. His mind had started wandering – going over all the details, all the moments that had led up to this point. Was there ever a time where 5-, 10-, 16-year-old Blaine could have stood up to his father? In retrospect, there were times where he might have been able to confront his father and act braver than he felt, but the reality is no. His father is a man that most grown adults don’t like to talk to – not because he’s so intimidating, but because there isn’t any point in it. His father doesn’t listen to anyone.

Blaine let himself think about those boys he experimented with in college.

Sebastian – Blaine’s first, and by far the most sexually aggressive of the bunch. He was handsome, exciting, and inventive, to say the least, but not what you would call a one-man man.

He’s the one who broke Blaine’s heart.

Elliott –poli sci major. Energetic. Dreamer. Determined to make a difference in the world, both politically and with the help of his punk rock band. Blaine was certain that Elliott, with his glam leather outfits and glitter rock vamp make-up, was the edgiest man he had ever met, but he’s sure that Kurt could give him a run for his money.

Hunter – the only one of the bunch who had any chance of understanding what Blaine was going through. He had a strict, conservative upbringing; a father he could never make proud; and a trust fund whose existence hedged on his constant obedience. But unlike Blaine, Hunter had the balls to spit in his father’s face and split – and the business-minded brilliance to siphon away his trust fund from underneath his dad’s nose without the man being any the wiser.

Could any of those men have been the love of Blaine’s life? If he had sacrificed a little here, compromised a little there, would any one of them have made him happy enough to bid his family and his inheritance farewell?

He even let his mind drift to another universe where he and Kurt could have met a long time ago, maybe even gone to the same school together. Kurt is so easy to talk to. Maybe it’s an occupational hazard, spending so much time with people, listening to their life stories. Tattoos are very personal, or so he’d always been told by the few people he knew who had them. In order to dish out a thousand dollars for a custom tattoo, sight unseen, from a man with “psychic abilities”, you have to have one hell of a story to tell. Kurt must have heard them all. Blaine would think he’d get tired of listening after a while, but Kurt doesn’t seem to. He’s worked hard to reveal Blaine’s story, though he probably doesn’t have to do that with everyone.

The one thing that Blaine has noticed the entire time he’s been in that barber’s chair is that Kurt hasn’t revealed a single tidbit from his own life, not a morsel of his backstory. Blaine is dying to get to know him better.

What would it take to get Kurt to reveal his secrets?

“You’re running away,” Kurt says, his comment bringing Blaine back to the present. “Do you have an idea which direction you’re headed?”

“No, not really,” Blaine admits, which is one of the flaws in his plan. He took back his freedom, took control of his life. Now he needs to figure out what to do with it. “Do you have any suggestions?”

“Well” - Kurt rolls back to his counter to change inks - “I think I would just travel America. Don’t look for any one particular destination. Make the whole country your destination, but,” Kurt says pointedly, returning to Blaine’s arm, “I would definitely start in California.”

“California?” Blaine asks.

“Yeah,” Kurt says, finishing up the shading on Blaine’s tattoo. “Start off in San Francisco and start your own sexual revolution.” Kurt gives Blaine a wink before he continues. “Then hit the beach, get some sun. Head out to the desert. Glory in the big blue sky and all the quiet. Sleep in your car. Make friends with the locals. Eat some peyote. Find some enlightenment.”

“It sounds like you’ve done it once or twice.”

“Loads. As often as I can get away.” Kurt turns off his gun and sets it down carefully. He wets another paper towel and pats down Blaine’s tattoo. He pulls Blaine’s arms together to get a look at the images side by side, giving them a final review. “There.” Kurt gets up and turns on a few more lights. “Take a look.”

Blaine looks down, absorbing the image now permanently etched on his arms. The colors are vibrant – that’s the first thing that hits him – more vibrant than he would have chosen if given the option. On his right arm, Kurt has tattooed a rose in black and white. It looks hyper-real, like it was printed from an old photograph, but the rose itself is withering, curling at the petals, drawing back toward itself as it begins to die. The stem of the rose goes from brown to green and seems to weave through his skin, breaking in and out of his arm, leaving drops of blood in its wake – drops that look suspiciously like musical notes. The stem becomes a vine, and the vine grows thorns – horrible, sharp thorns. The vine continues on to the next arm and becomes wire – razor wire, that curls and coils. It spirals at his forearm around a heart – an anatomically correct, extraordinarily authentic looking human heart. Blaine stares at it, and the more he does, the more it looks like it’s pulsing, thrumming on his skin, trying to break free from its metal cage. The heart bleeds, but it still beats in protest, and in the very center where the heart bleeds most, Blaine can see the razor wire starting to break.

But most importantly, the stem and the vines and the notes and the wires perfectly cover the scars that ran down Blaine’s skin. Nothing of them remains.

“It’s … it’s perfect.” Blaine turns his arms to catch the way the colors light up his skin. “How did you …?”

Kurt taps his finger against his forehead.

“Intuition,” Kurt says. “That’s all.”

“Well, you’re an amazing artist.” Blaine can’t stop smiling at the art on his skin, but he’s still a bit unsure. “It’s just …”

“Just, what?” Kurt asks as he starts putting his inks away.

“It’s so personal. What do I tell people when they ask me what it means?”

Kurt lifts his eyes to meet Blaine’s, his gaze unforgiving.

“You got that tattoo for you, Blaine.” Kurt walks up to him and puts his hands on his upper arms, pinning him to the chair with the intensity of his stare. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation.” Kurt’s lips crinkle sideways as he goes back to his counter. “Besides,” he says, not meeting Blaine’s eyes again, “the guy you’re going to be thinking about your entire trip, the one that you’ll come back to when you decide that New York will always be your home, he’ll understand what it means.” Kurt returns with a handful of black pads and surgical tape. He spreads a light layer of clear ointment over Blaine’s tattoo, then covers it with the pads, layering them so that the tape doesn’t touch the healing skin. He pulls Blaine’s sleeves down to cover those areas, and does the buttons up again.

The entire time Kurt stands in front of him, dressing him, Blaine holds his breath, trying to decipher what man? Who could Kurt mean? Could he possibly be referring to …?

“Now, if you go to my website,” Kurt says, giving Blaine a hand up, “I have all the information you’ll need for taking care of that tattoo.” He reaches past Blaine to grab his coat, opens it up, and helps him into it.

“How can I repay you?” Blaine asks, at a loss for how to express his gratitude, but he’s also hoping he can parlay this into a roundabout way of asking Kurt out to dinner.

“Technically, you already paid me.” Kurt takes Blaine’s hand and leads him from the loft. With every step toward the exit, Blaine feels his chance with this man slip away, and he realizes that regardless of his “taking charge of his life” and his painful tattoo to the contrary, he’s still a coward.

Otherwise, he would just open his mouth and ask Kurt out to dinner.

But he doesn’t.

He steps outside, and the cold air hits him hard. He turns to face Kurt, and the man with the icy blue eyes smiles.

“Thanks again,” Blaine says, stalling for time.

“You’re welcome,” Kurt replies, the door creaking slowly shut. Then it stops. “Actually, there is one more thing.” He walks out the door and into Blaine’s space, quickly threading his fingers into his hair and fitting their mouths together.

It’s not a long kiss, but it’s a powerful one. It warms Blaine straight to his feet in his shoes and to the roots of his hair where Kurt tugs lightly. Blaine’s arms come up to hold him, winding around his narrow waist, hands crawling up his back, begging for something more. But suddenly Kurt steps away, leaving Blaine to chase his lips.

Blaine opens his eyes and looks into Kurt’s smiling face. “Why … why did you do that?”

Kurt shrugs.

“Because I wanted to. Because you needed me to.” Kurt backs away toward his loft door and slips through. “Call me when you get back. You can take me out to dinner.” He closes the door for good this time, leaving Blaine out in a cold he no longer feels.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #klaine #frankie writes

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mulondonposts-blog · 5 years ago

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If you are looking for awesome mehendi decor ideas for your upcoming wedding, you’ve arrived at the right spot. We’ve put together some vibrant, cool and trending decor ideas to inspire you and set your mehendi party apart!

Bored of the same genda-phool malas, hanging umbrellas and dolled up jhoolas? When your mehendi kicks off the wedding festivities, it matters that the decor is on point… So let’s move beyond the obvious and look at some hatke mehendi decor ideas that are trending now!

Earthy Rustic Charm!

Local Meets Modern

Hitched and Clicked

If you want a desi earthy feel to your mehendi – use a variety of wicker/cane baskets with colorful tassels and flowers for the perfect effect!

New Age Decor

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From tree hangings to earthy style dream catchers hanging from wooden frames – all your outdoor party needs is the right prop to hang these beauties.

Cute & Sweet

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Love flowers? Then these small baskets with baby breath and yellow dahlias are sure to brighten up any corner of your mehendi venue!

Artsy Table Decor

Quirky & Cute

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Don’t let your food and drink tables be boring! Spruce them up with unconventional elements like these comic book cones for bar nibbles and mason jars turned into vases.

Keepin it Traditional

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If you have a Rajasthani themed mehendi, why not go for these gharchola table covers instead of boring plain tablecloths! Don’t you love how simple brassware and vases add a traditional touch to this table setting.

Eye-catching

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Going pastel chic? Hand-painted tables and brass vases make a unique mehendi decor statement.

Metallic Magic

Shine On!

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When it comes to mehendi decor ideas, we don’t usually think of metallic, but boy, do they look amazing! Metallic cushions, table cloths, and even pillars (only when done right) create a perfectly blingy look that we heart!

Royal Delight

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We can’t take our eyes off this innovative use of Japanese umbrellas, in lilac and gold! The oriental vases and metallic explosion backdrop are giving us some major decor goals.

Quirky & Personalized Photo Booths

Swag!

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From personalized hand painted rickshaws that tell your love story to photo memory boards – we suggest going for photo booths that’ll warm your hearts.

Click with a Blink

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Flower Power!

Love Blossoms

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While floral jhoolas have been around for a time, we’re now going gaga over other floral decor ideas – from these metallic arches to wooden table top frames and what not!

The Colourful Garden

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Add on some bright color pop bottles and a myriad of vases, and you’ve got yourself the prettiest table setting that you can imagine!

Flowers Galore

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This ‘pop meets modern art’ flower pot wall and chair tie-backs are totally drool-worthy too… don’t you think!

Tents & Tepees!

Chill zone

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For mehendi parties, we’ve seen gaddi seating, low seating, jhoola seating and what not! But right now, we’re totally loving how these cutesy tepees and tents are just the right idea this season.

Bright & Beyond

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While you’re comfortably lounging on the grass, rugs and cushions and getting your mehendi done, they give off such a fun vibe too!

Glittery!

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And if you plan to continue after dark, add some hanging lamps and fairy lights to create a magical setting under the starry sky!

Pantone Colour of the Year – Living Coral!

Hangings of Living Coral

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So, every year Pantone comes up with a color of the year, which we see everywhere in fashion, lifestyle and of course weddings! This year it’s ‘Living Coral’ which is just a fantastic choice for your mehendi decor too.

Coral Floral

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Use this on any element from flowers to hangings to drapes – the versatility of this color makes it every designer’s favorite!

Cuteness Overload

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Innovative Indian Contemporary

Indian Modern

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How innovative is this simple and elegant mehendi decor idea? Love how these rajasthani urlis are used to create a mosaic pattern (like our palaces) and is the perfect idea to fill out large empty spaces at venues.

Floral Giants

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It’s so delightful to see the traditional Indian elephant being given a contemporary spin!

A Visit to Wonderland!

Whimsical!

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You can’t NOT fall in love with this dreamy mehendi decor idea – imagine twirling around in an enchanted butterfly garden in pretty pastel hues!

Subtle Sophistication

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Or go fairytale with this ‘Alice in Wonderland’ English tea-party theme that’s just perfect for your mehendi

Rustic Vintage Charm

White Beauty!

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Think rustic wooden furniture, romantic white drapes, gorgeous greens and whimsical wisps of flowers to create the setting for a fancy mehendi party.

Pristine & Refreshing

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These trending mehendi decor ideas are sure to turn your ceremony into a fun and beautiful event. So choose your favourite among these out-of-the-box ideas and have your guests talking about it for years to come!

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creepinitreal27 · 6 years ago

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3.22.19

I love the quiet hum of fluorescent lights • it’s a calming white noise and for some reason reminds me of childhood

if I had the same marble counters my parents have in their house boy oh boy would I Snapchat my food 10 times more often lmfao • that marble is a gorgeous backdrop I’m jealous - future house goals.

when I woke up I read this meme

and legit 10 minutes later my stepdad picked up his phone and goes yello?? I almost died lmfao.

had lunch at this Cajun restaurant with my parents • got a bourbon chicken po boy and it was fucking delicious.

our lunch convo went from me doing my taxes to how someone in our distant family apparently was arrested for running a whorehouse like woah 10/10 did not expect that transition • also it’s so heavy that your actions have such an impact on others (like your family) without you even realizing lol I welcome these introspective thoughts though.

looking out the car window as the sun danced in between the passing trees thinking about how I’m in control of my life and can do literally anything I want wow • it’s a lot of pressure but also a lot of opportunity

have been texting a new friend I made on insta yesterday and he’s really cool • I like our convos.

went to this dope thrift store with my mom and found a bunch of cool shit • she found this puppet + was making it dance and she legit thought it was the cutest thing ever hahaha I love her omg.

another day another RuckingFotten shirt - today was Creature from the Black Lagoon • the cashier at the thrift store goes “oh I like your shirt that’s awesome!”

the area around The Other Side Vintage was so artsy and there were a bunch of other shops • I definitely want to go back there; getting beers at the brewery and then thrifting while tipsy sounds like my ideal day omg.

I now know where I get my terrible sense of direction from • my mom literally missed every turn or went the wrong way so the gps kept rerouting and she goes “this thing has no idea where we are!!” lmfao.

going to the site of my stepdad’s bbq competition to have beers and help him set up • we were walking around and smelled weed so I go “oh wow someone’s making breakfast pizza” because it’s a joke from this show we watched last night • then we were saying maybe it’s someone’s pork so I imitated the judges “this pork is dope!!!” - my mom laughed and goes “that was a good one” ahaha.

sobbing at A Star Is Born with my mom • what a great fucking movie so many emotions wow.

#good things 2019

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carnetsdalice · 7 years ago

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Summer mood ♥ Je n'en peux plus d'attendre les vacances, tellement hâte de partir me changer les idées avec @chawoodelf et nos chéris ! Qu'est-ce que vous avez prévu de beau pour cet été? Cette photo a été prise en mars mais je trouve qu'avec la lumière de fin de journée elle fait très été au final, je porte la blouse Jasminelle de chez @maxxieapparelofficiel (code ALICE si vous shoppez!) Belle journée à tous, je retourne me noyer dans mes documents pour le mémoire 😵 🌼💛🌼💛🌼💛🌼💛🌼💛🌼 I cannot waiiit for the summer ! I'm so excited to go in vacations with my twin @chawoodelf and our boyfriends, to immerse ourselves in nature and quietness. What are your plans for this summer? This picture was taken in March but somehow it has a summer feel to it, with the golden hour light and the flower crown. My beautiful blouse is from @maxxieapparelofficiel (use code ALICE for a discount) I wish you all a lovely day, and am going back to my paper research 🌼💛🌼💛🌼💛🌼💛🌼💛🌼 待ちに待っている夏休みがまだ1月間ぐらいです。友達と一緒にフランスの南に行く予定がありますので、楽しみしています！みんなは夏のバカンスに何をやりますか？　では、論文の研究を戻します。今日もよろしくね　！　 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #pinkhair #celebratemysize #mystylishcurves #goldenconfidence #tcfstyle #effyourbeautystandards #alternativestyle #alternativecurves #runwayforall #bebodyaware #bodypostive #sorrynotsosorry #stylepositive #boho #pastel #springoutfit #frenchblogger #styleblogger #personalstyle #artsy #vintage #goldenhour #VirginSuicides #stylepositive #romanticstyle #ootd #photoshoot #tumblr #unicornhair (at Bois de Vincennes)

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caveartfair · 6 years ago

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A Century of Photographs Capture the Passion and Joy of Kissing

Snapshot, ca. 1910. Photographer unknown. Courtesy of the Collection of Barbara Levine / Project B.

The chair was meant for one, but two lovers had shoehorned themselves between its plush, flower-patterned arms. Their bodies, though fully clothed, touched at every possible juncture, their lips covered by a deep kiss. Maybe they knew a camera was poised in front of them, ready to capture the fiery, fleeting moment, but they certainly didn’t acknowledge it; their focus had turned fully to the embrace.

The snapshot, which was taken around 1950, is one of over 100 anonymous, found images gathered in People Kissing: A Century of Photographs (2018), a compendium recently published by Princeton Architectural Press that documents all manner of kissing, from the Victorian era to the present. In its pages, there are lusty, supine caresses with ties akimbo and shoes urgently cast off, or sweet, innocent nuzzles delivered in public. There is young love, same-sex love, mixed-race love, and senior love. There are kisses cast into the air, planted passionately on necks, or stolen in the curtained semi-secrecy of a photo booth. Some are staged with great care; others are wildly spontaneous.

Snapshot, ca. 1975. Photographer unknown. Courtesy of the Collection of Barbara Levine / Project B.

Together, the images reveal the timeless desire to capture ephemeral moments of physical closeness and passion—proof of requited love. They also harness the voyeuristic thrill of witnessing intimacy between strangers. All of the images are intoxicating, much like the act of kissing itself. “It is impossible not to look at a photograph of people kissing,” said Barbara Levine, one of the artists behind the project.

Levine and her collaborator Paige Ramey, both artists and archivists based in Houston, collect all manner of found images—or vintage vernacular photographs, in Levine’s parlance. For over 20 years, they’ve scoured flea markets for tossed-aside family snapshots and long-defunct postcards. The images they’re drawn to, Levine explained, “transcend time and place” and “speak to contemporary questions and sensibilities.” Her hope, she continued, is to “reveal something not seen at first glance.”

Photo booth, ca. 1950. Courtesy of the Collection of Barbara Levine / Project B.

Barbara Levine & Paige Ramey. Courtesy of the Collection of Barbara Levine / Project B.

While their volume certainly evidences the universal delight of kissing, it also highlights how nuanced the act—and the responses it elicits—can be. The earliest images in the book, taken in the late 1800s and early 1900s, capture some of the first on-camera kisses. Before the age of photography, “kissing was private, and images of people kissing were fairly uncommon,” Levine explained. Photography changed everything: “Suddenly, the most intimate expressions of affection could be reproduced and shared privately and publicly,” she continued.

In one captioned black-and-white print from around 1910, the text below two intertwined lovers enthusiastically announces this new phenomenon: “A Common Scene, Generally Unseen.” Even in its exuberance, though, the image is staged and melodramatically cinematic. Many similar photographs, shot in studios with hulking large-format cameras, decorate postcards and valentines from the era. Subjects dip low and blush hard, like the silent film stars they seem to be imitating.

Houston, ca. 1920. Photographer unknown. Courtesy of the Collection of Barbara Levine / Project B.

Snapshot, ca. 1955. Photographer unknown. Courtesy of the Collection of Barbara Levine / Project B.

But snapshots begin to emerge, too. Levine and Ramey found a number of images, shot in the early 1900s, of kisses set outside studios, in the freedom of nature. Young heterosexual couples lock lips, surrounded by trees. Same-sex couples also love freely in the photos. Two men in matching pageboy caps gaze into each other’s eyes; the camera captures them milliseconds before their lips touch. Women embrace in front of a tent; its flap is open, alluding, perhaps, to a night spent there together.

Snapshot, 1968. Photographer unknown. Courtesy of the Collection of Barbara Levine / Project B.

Courtesy of the Collection of Barbara Levine / Project B.

“What's in a kiss? A cause for divorce,” photo postcard, ca. 1910. Photographer unknown. Courtesy of the Collection of Barbara Levine / Project B.

In the mid-1900s, with the emergence of widely available hand-held cameras like Brownies and Polaroids, the images become even more spontaneous—and more intimate. One photo, taken in the comfort of a home in around 1968, shows two lovers lounging on the floor. His flip-flops are off, stowed under a coffee table strewn with the trappings of their daily life, while her pink high-heels caress his bare feet. Their faces lie beyond the frame, but we can imagine their kiss: comfortable, affectionate.

Snapshot, ca. 1950. Photographer unknown. Courtesy of the Collection of Barbara Levine / Project B.

As Levine points out, the anonymity of these images, in which the photographer and subjects are unknown, invite the imagination to run wild. “When you look at a found photograph…you’re activating a story,” Levine explained. Filling in the blanks is irresistible: “Who are they? What do they see in each other? Is it mutual? Are they kissing the way I kiss, or want to be kissed? Who was the invisible photographer who had access to the intimate moment?”

Levine’s favorite photographs are those that beg questions. In one snapshot from around 1950, two lovers melt into each other on a couch, while a little boy looks on, his curiosity mimicking our own. It’s a scenario that emerges across Levine’s collection: “When there is another person or people in the room who are watching,” she explained, “and you’re not sure if the people kissing even notice.”

from Artsy News

#Artsy News

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michikoroko · 8 years ago

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Golden Love

Someone said I wouldn't make it but I did.

It's a Friday morning. Bangkok's rush hour had begun. Wearing my slip ons, white t-shirt and "Thai" pants, I carried my backpack to Sala Daeng train station, keeping my passport, cellphone and money tucked inside another small body bag. After transferring at Siam Station, I got off at Mo Chit, which is also the last stop on the Sukhumvit line. The station didn't provide free wi-fi, so I had to rely solely on my offline resources (for directions). The best tip when you travel solo is to have internet data but in case you've missed out on buying a local sim card or renting a pocket modem which you can carry around, then research about your destination a day before and screenshot everything.

Thailand is a multi-cultural country and English signs are present in some places. But sometimes, it's hard to find someone to answer your elaborate questions.

I eventually crossed a sky bridge to go to the other side of the road where people waited for buses in different colors and number schemes which messed me up big time. According to my screenshot, I could take any of the 6 buses on my list. When I asked the man inside the info portal, he said I could only ride 2 of those to Mo Chit 2 Bus station for Northern and Eastern Thai routes. Actually I wasn't sure if I understood him right but from what I've heard, I could only take bus number 3 or 7. The over thinker in me wondered what could have happened if I took the wrong bus. Ha.

Anyways, I met a family from Hong kong while I was waiting for bus number 3/7 and while being convinced by this taxi driver to rent his car for a day instead of taking the public commute. It was expensive but convenient. I swear, with the heat at 10AM, I was so close to giving in. Good thing Paul agreed I could go with them up to Ayutthaya. Saved me tons.

The local bus ride to Mo Chit 2 reminded me so much of my bus ride when I went to Sagada, Mountain province, in my country. It was an old, ordinary bus which accelerated while the passengers were still boarding. The metal railings were rusty, and the roof partly black, maybe from accumulated smoke. The seats were cushioned though and the conductor was a lady holding paper tickets and she had some paper money tucked in between her fingers. I think I asked her three times if the bus will stop at my destination (just to be sure) good thing she didn't lose patience. *whoops* I sat beside the window, "inhaling" the city, letting the wind brush against my face, and staring at random noodle characters as we moved. I paid 6.50baht for the 10 minute blissful ride.

A group of Thai drivers approached us at the entrance of one of the busiest bus stations in Bangkok, asking where are we going. I was skeptical to follow one man directly to the van because I was thinking he might charge us more than the standard ticket price which is only 60baht. So I asked the driver. He was wearing a blue uniform polo and an ID. He had tan skin, deep eyes and tried his best to talk to us in English. The people in Thailand look so much like my countrymen to be honest. Maybe it was also a reason why I felt at home the moment I arrived. I was relieved when he said it was only 60baht indeed. I boarded the mini bus (which is actually an air conditioned van) and took the 1st row at the back of the driver. Paul's parents sat happily at the back. Paul sat beside me and although he kept on looking at his phone for directions, I think he's finally relieved too. After the van has been filled up, we finally left for the Kingdom of Ayutthaya.

Ayutthaya (full name Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya, Thai: พระนครศรีอยุธยา) is the former capital of Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya province in Thailand. Located in the valley of the Chao Phraya River, the city was founded in 1351 by King Ramathibodi I, who went there to escape a smallpox outbreak in Lop Buri and proclaimed it the capital of his kingdom, often referred to as the Ayutthaya kingdom or Siam. Ayutthaya became the second Siamese capital after Sukhothai. It is one of the world's largest cities at that time, when it was sometimes known as the "Venice of the East".

In 1767, the city was destroyed by the Burmese army, resulting in the collapse of the kingdom. The ruins of the old city are preserved in the Ayutthaya historical park, which is recognised internationally as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The ruins, characterised by the prang (reliquary towers) and gigantic monasteries, give an idea of the city's past splendor.

And I am here to travel back in that time.

I fell asleep (but not really) and when I opened my eyes, a Chedi greeted me in the middle of the city. I was imagining corn or rice fields, rivers, small houses and long winding roads but Ayutthaya isn't like that. They had malls, offices, schools, restaurants, hotels and cars filled up the roads just like what I've witnessed in Bangkok. The charming thing about it is that in between these modernities, lie history preserved by time and culture unshaken by intruders. I knew I was up for a treat when I've arrived at my hostel by a motorbike.

Leaving my slippers outside, I entered Stockhome with a bright smile. Chill music was playing, vintage cabinets are around, books and figures piled in the corners, plants hanging, photo frames screaming "artsy" and the smell of coffee was very inviting. A boy at the front desk accommodated me and showed me my bed. He also gave me my own key. The sun outside was shining brightly and I was freakin tired but the breeze was cool enough to calm me and God, this house is quaintly beautiful.

After drinking lots of water, and resting for a bit, I started planning my day out.

Another tip when you travel solo is to keep your valuables few and handy. If you stay in a guest house, especially if you are in a dorm room, chances are you will be leaving your bag(s) behind when you go out without no one to look out for them. Lockers provided are just usually boxed types where you could leave small stuff but I don't know I do not like leaving things in there anyways.

I brought my bandana, my small body bag, rented a bike and secured a map. It was akhgahldnadbgk hot to walk and too expensive to rent a tuktuk alone so biking was the best option. I have my own pace and sightseeing preference, although there was no one to take my candid photos. Haha. Kidding.

Not too far, I've reached the first stretch of Ayutthaya's glory.

There were people in groups but not too many to ruin my photo goals. The tourists were mindful of their behavior which is good and everyone followed the signs. I was biking along a brick road but I had to stop and stare at the temples, pagodas and monumental proportions around me. The sun was shining outrageously, it was blinding but wow. So majestic, spellbinding, and beautiful these ruins -- thought my jaw dropped to the ground.

They did that???

The day is still young and I have the whole city at the palm of my hands!

I picked one park to pay for and explored the others by passing through the free bike lanes. I was provided my own chain and lock so I didn't have any problems leaving mine anywhere if I wanted to stop by some tracks.

I've noticed that many of the tourists were Japanese. The tour guides spoke Nihongo. A group of girls low key talked about me and said that my Thai pants are kawaii and they thought I didn't understand that but I did. One girl noticed I looked at them and almost instinctively, we bowed to each other.

I didn't take a lot of selfies because all I did was to take pictures of every structure I've walked by and photograph the sky and my feet or my bike. I was too preoccupied by the beauty before my eyes in spite of myself. I remember my history books and my childhood while I look at the tall prangs. Like a movie scene, for a minute, this now empty Kingdom came back to life in my head. But still, a lot of questions flooded my mind. How was it being a girl in this city back then? what did the boys loved doing in their free time? how did the people spend their days or cook their food?

I could only wonder.

After 2 hours and a half of looking, I left Wat Mahathat and pedaled again. It was almost sunset. As I went further down the road, I came across the Elephant park, where people paid to ride the Elephants wearing red and gold vests with small seating carts on top. They looked lovely from afar but I was opposed to riding them because my sensitive heart felt like crumbling at the sight of their dewey eyes while touring the people around.

I was at my last temple stop for the day when I saw two familiar girls parking their bikes beside mine. I am sure I saw them at the unicorn cafe in Bangkok so I approached them. I thought they were established travel buddies from the start but turned out they only knew each other in Bangkok. One is from the Netherlands, and one is from Chile. So basically, we are three solo travel girls hoping to feed our wanderlusts.

I asked them if I could go with them and they didn't hesitate even for a second to say yes. They even invited me to have dinner with them later in the night. Sareengka took beautiful photos of me on top of this beautiful chedi which is impossible in selfies. I was so grateful. Nicole gave me her number and said we could get in touch even after I come back home as they will continue to travel for the next two months. We said our good byes for the mean time and I called it a day. I couldn't wait to get back to my hostel, take a cold shower and change into some fresh, clean clothes. I sweated like crazy and my face still felt like burning from the heat.

But before bringing back my bike to the shop, I stopped by a corner and held my heart. Isn't it amazing? to find the courage to roam the streets where they do not speak your language? to handle your own wheels and control your own brakes? to eat and drink alone without feeling lonely? to find people without even looking for them in the first place? to meet strangers in an unfamiliar city, to bond like long time friends and to develop this sense of accomplishment because you made it this far? isn't it wonderful to fill your brain with images of the ruins as the sun begins to set, making it look like the sky is touching the tip of the pagodas in illuminating shades of gold and brown? I thought about a lot of things. I let myself swim in emotions. It was one of my best winning moments. Today, I let life happen. This day wouldn't be nameless in the years to come. I will remember this forever.

🎶 "The world isn't over yet. We've still got a chance to place our bets. We'll start over fresh, living a life with no regrets" -No Regrets (Magic!) 🎶

PS: vlog is coming!

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findteenpenpals · 8 years ago

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Hello from your Indonesian friend

HLLO THERE! I’m Firdausi Dhea Hanindra. Im a girl.

You can call me Fidhe. I’m a senior high school student, i live in a small town caled Batam, 45 minutesaway with fery from Singapore. I was bon in this city, August 26th 2001. Ya, I’m gonna be 16 this year.

I love sport and I just joined a sport organization named ‘SETIA HAT ORGANISASI’. It’s an organization where i learn how to do pencak silat. Pencak silat is very famous here in Indonesia, and we even learn how to do it in our school. I also love to take run every morning, I love how it affects my body fitness hehe.

Anyway, I am also learning languages, English and French. Well, i’ve been learning english since i was very young, but not with french. I’m absoulutely a beginner. I started it in my highschool. It will be great if you understand it and want to teach me and tell me more about it.

ヽ(⌐■_■)ノ♪♬

🇮🇩.

I’m Asian from the Southeast 🌏.

I like to be amongst my internet friends, my closest friends, and sometimes family. I cover up my feelings a lot bc I really hate being a burden and sometimes I’m feeling like I want to share it but I need someone to trust to, and not a backstabbing and big mouth person (ugh gEt oUtTa my lyf).

I’m an emotional person, I cry, hurt, and laugh easily about anything. I like compliments, colourful and kawaii things, and all things fashionable.

I swear a lot when I’m mad or smth (I’m a positive person normally), I’m trying to be nice with everyone including a people that I hates but they always trying to test my patience until I lost my sanity.

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I aM FuN!!

Loves and Interests 🌻

I love art and photography although I’m not really good at it, and I’m really enjoying it. I fell in love with filmmaking, I’m dreaming to make my own someday and hopefully becoming real

I love to travelling, I really like to get a new experience, and cultures. I love to read, I basically read all kind of books. I like to write in my journal and put some artsy things in it and writing letters that I don’t know with whom that I will send to. I really love poetry, I love to read it but I can’t write it,

Interests 🌴

I like to hangout alone by myself in a coffee shop

I love coffee and tea

Vintage stuff

70/80/90s

Kawaii stuff

I like to go to the gym

I like to daydreaming

I like to learning languages; English (Intermediate, lmao my grammar still messed up especially when I’m talking about smth that super exciting), French : beginner, Javanese : That’s a traditional language you will find in my country. It has that kinda unique accent that i love to hear. If youve been to yogyakarta or java island, you probably heard it. I haven’t learned that much languages

Find new friends, I love friends

I like to watch tv shows such as SUPERNATURAL!! DESTIEL!!, the x files, and law and order: CI.

Oh my glob! that’s a lot.. I still have a lot of things to say, but we can talk about it when you interested.

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I hate racism, homophobic, transphobic, creepy old people who pretends to be a teenager, sexism, I don’t like dirty minded people that’s disgusting!. I don’t like someone who starts a convo and never responds, being read or left on chat (oh my, who do they think they are! Beyoncé?!), any kind of discrimination, and anything hateful.

Ohh yah if your looking for a sexualising relationship things, then I must decline!

If you’re the person that I listed above, please get in the line to somewhere but not in the universe bc your not belongs in here 🔥

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I’d LOVE a friends that willing to stay up late with me and talk, telling a secret, stupid stuff, or whtvr as long as we both happy to talk about it.

Long terms friendship and I also like people that can hold a conversation. I want us to be able to text each other whenever and about whatever. I’m willing to video call or calling but preferably calling (cuz I’m not feeling comfortable to seeing my face on the camera) but if we’re already become a great friends. I’m willing to snail mailing to exchange cute letters or little packages :D. I’m ALmoSt available all the time, I always have time for chatting and for the internet. So if you want to stay up late or whatever, talk to me :D and I can overload you with tons of memes, gifs, and poems.

I’m more prefer around my age, at least under 20+, any gender is fine, and any country.

Please don’t be disappear after a days or week, you better not talking to me at the first time.

I’m comfortable talking to girls than boys but if you’re a boy that’s also fine as long as your not asking for nudes or smth disgusting! (◞≼◉ื≽◟;益;◞≼◉ื≽◟)

I don’t really care about your looks, religion, orientation, race, or whtvr. If you’re nice and respect me and I’ll do the same.

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Do you always talk to yourself in your head almost to the point that you are living inside your head instead of out in the real world?

If so, then you’re not alone. I’m a daydreamer ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ. I would always be thinking about things and fantasising about a lot of things. Whether I was by myself or with other people.

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IF YOU’RE INTERESTED, YOU MY FRIENDS CAN CONTACT ME THROUGH 🌹

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thugnan · 5 years ago

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The Haunted Carousel (PC 2003)

Story: 8/10

Characters: 9/10

Puzzles: 8/10

Chores:8/10

Final Rating: 8/10

This is another game I always come back to because I can get through it within a couple of hours. The setting is so fun and it was well executed, a haunted amusement park that didn’t try too hard to be scary. They world wasn’t as big as Ghost Dogs, but it worked really well in my opinion and the characters are some of the more memorable ones in the series. The history they tied into the game was interesting and unique. The puzzles (i.e. the arcade games you have to play to move the plot forward) aren’t too difficult or annoying like some of the later games (looking at you at Trail of the Twister).

Plot (spoilers obviously)

Thug Nan is back at it again with the sleuthin, Paula Santos, is a friend of your fathers and owns an amusement park, how fun! Except there’s a whack ghost carousel that be a haunting. Thug Nan ain’t about that supernatural bs tho, and neither is Paula so we best be investigating.

The carousel isn’t the biggest problem on the table, it’s the rollercoaster that stopped mid-ride and gots the park shut down. Paula is being sued and that’s not cool.

You get straight to work and meet:

Harlan Bishop: It takes a thug to spot a thug, I don’t buy his “I’m just a security” story. Brother has done time. I know it and he knows it. He’s the current park security, extremely eager to help out and extremely Brooklyn, many much Brooklyn. He even took a pay cut to work at the park. He hooked a homie up with a fun pass to the arcade, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have my eye on him.

Joy Trent: My precious Joy, I have clear bias when it comes to this child. She could do no harm. Everyone describes her as boring but I love her. She’s the park’s bookkeeper, she only got the job because her dad, Daryl Trent used to own the park with Paula. He wasn’t the greatest with money however, and died broke af. My wonderful Joy obvs has all kind of childhood trauma but shh es okay, we can work it out together.

Paula: Daryl Trent was p bad with money

Also Paula: *hires his daughter as a bookkeeper*

Ingrid: She’s the chief engineer who hustles essential oils on the side. I don’t understand how a woman of science can buy into the “curse” shizz, but whatever. She reads auras and pawns off all her actual engineer work on me. Can’t say I’m crazy about her. She blames the curse on the person who stole a super vintage horse from the carousel.

Elliot Chen: Homeboy gives a bad name to us artsy types. He’s the park’s art director. He procrastinates a ton and never meets his deadlines, which yes that is me but R O O D of you to assume. The park being shut down is awfully convenient for him.

Tink: He operates the Carousel normally, but rn he’s on vacation in Canada, which you would think would be more suspicious, but no one questions it.

Whilst investigating you discover:

that the person who built the stolen horse (Rolf Kessler) was super famous and his horses are considered priceless or something

during a previous heist from the hotel next to the park, the thieves involved stashed moula all over the park.

the horse that was stolen was a replica, so jokes on whoever stole it.

Rolf Kessler was an artist and by default filled with angst and many much suffering. His waifu died of TB and he disappeared off the grid shortly thereafter.

During all this, you get in touch with Detective Perris, who was the original detective in charge of the hotel heist. It was partially unsolved and he gives you some dirt on one of the peeps that was arrested for the crime. He died in prison, but his cellmate was from brookyln… SUSPICIOUS

Naturally, this means we gotsa snoop on Mr. Bishop. HOME BOY HAS AN APPOINTMENT WITH HIS PAROLE OFFICER, BRUH DID I CALL IT OR WHAT? It’s okay Harlan, Thug Nan has also done time in Alibi in Ashes, cos we ball hard.

More important than this new information, is my girl Joy. We are going on a journey to rediscover her childhood. And I can’t think of a more romantic wholesome way of getting to know each other. We do this with the help of Miles the Magnificent Memory Machine, which is a robot/toaster oven that Joy’s dad built her (I think I forgot to mention that her dad was an ‘inventor’), whose sole purpose is to remember things for Joy, because the passing of her mom was so traumatic that she blocked everything from her childhood behind a wall of extreme blandness.

This. is. Perfect. The fanfiction is writing itself. Thug Nan also lost her mom as a child and now they’re connecting. What was I supposed to be doing again?

Oh right! Our love will have to wait Joy, I gots a mystery to solve.

While you’re helping Joy recover her memories you also learn:

Mr. Bishop has been spying on Ingrid, but this helps you break into Ingrid’s office.

Ingrid is ballin, like more than engineer money balling. It’s also implied that she’s in cahoots with the guy suing the park.

Elliot is buying a lot of wood for no apparent reason, and horse tails, like if he were building a carousel kinda deal. Weird yes?

Anyway Thug Nan is really prioritizing this Joy soul searching project. But then… B E T R A Y A L. Joy confesses to having stopped the rollercoaster that caused the park to shut down. How could she? How could she do this to us? She says she had a lot of pent up resentment after the death of her father and thought Paula didn’t deserve his half of the park. I will be the first to admit that this girl has baggage, but I STILL BELIEVE. We will get thru it.

We still don’t know who is responsible for the ghost carousel. We also accuse Ingrid of being in cahoots with the guy suing the park, and she’s not lying to us but I still don’t like her. Allegedly her monies is coming from her “designing a roller coaster”, likely story.

WHATEVER, I’m gonna finish the epic side quest of figuring out Joy’s backstory and making her love me. I honestly don’t know why we’re still at the park, I think Paula only cared about the roller coaster bit? I’m just saying that a carousel that turns on at night ain’t harming anyone. If anything she’s getting major publicity.

We find out that Joy’s mom bought her a horse off the carousel for her birthday (I feel like that defeats the purpose of the horse but aight), AND SHE DIED THAT SAME DAY. Holy cow that’s harsh. We’re able to track down the location of the horse, which conveniently has the jewels from the hotel heist years ago, and a picture of Joy’s mom. Let’s just say that homie can get it too.

Incidentally, we stumble into Rolf Kessler’s workshop in the midst of this. We totally solved this mystery on accident, cool. But yeah we find the horse that was stolen (yeah, did I forget to mention that it was a different horse, I also had a hard time keeping track of the horses) and discover that someone has been making replicas and selling them on the black market. They’re been using the hype from the “hauntings” to up the value.

The game tries to be sneaky by not dropping names here, but we all know who it be behind this…. Elliot. Naturally, in classic Nancy Drew fashion, he tries to murder(?) us, but we best him and the day is saved by Thug Nan, once again. Joy call me.

THE END.

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