ghost_azalea: (Default)
So since the dawn of time women have enjoyed a good romance; the promise of two people meeting under the will of the fates and pledging their undying loyalty and passion towards one another. Love is such a powerful force that it has been one of the main driving forces for art for literal centuries- most recently, movies and television.

There are some women however, who are as swept up by the romance craze as everybody else - just not on TV. And I always wondered why this was.

(PS. It may be to do with love languages)

Most people have heard of the five different love languages: Physical Touch, Giving Gifts, Words of Affirmation, Quality Time and Acts of Service.

But what I am noticing more and more is that in my experience, the way love is portrayed in entertainment varies depending on the medium. This is why I believe that certain women love TV and other women do better with a book.

The strength of television as a medium is that it does everything right? Visuals, sound and story. However the limitation of television is that it does everything . Because of this advantage, the content is often very visuals heavy which leads to many screenwriters, especially in recent years, relying on Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation to convey that two characters love each other. A choice that can leave some women bewitched and others… confused?

There are certain instances of me watching a movie and it would feel as if the kiss between two main characters came out of NOWHERE? And the conversations with others sitting with me would often go something like this:

Me: Wait, does he like her now?
Friend: Girl, of course, they just kissed.
Me: But why are they kissing? It’s so random.
Friend: Because they love each other! See? He just told her.
Me: How? Im so confused…


See what happened here? I couldn’t possibly perceive love or even attraction between two characters because the specific cues that signal ‘love’ for me, were missing. TV translates fine for people who have love languages of Physical Touch. It’s used so often. But for people who have Quality Time and Acts of Service as love languages, it’s much harder. I’m not for a second saying that these things DON’T feature on TV, but not as often as we need.

Neither representation of love is bad, just that people have different needs; I, personally need more than a kiss (or a gratuitous sex scene) to tell us two characters are in love or it can fall flat.

Movies spill love onto a visual canvas, whilst a lot of books are more slow burn (not ALL but a lot). I’m aware that many people blame movies in general for not fleshing things out however, this is one instance where I am going to defend movies and say that it is because of the medium. Books are a much longer form of content that slowly expands. Movies can only fit so much. Regarding books, you get to know the characters as individuals and have a more well rounded view of who they are with no visuals - which forces you to focus more on their character.

With a book, describing a kiss is quite limited so the writers are forced to show love through major characterisation moments instead, moments that not only tell us of who the two characters are as individuals but also how they both relate to each other. Now, suddenly, it’s a language I can understand.

However, someone with opposite love languages to me, may find themselves screaming “The characters in this boring book have zero chemistry; they haven’t done anything!” They may only see two people hang out and waffle for a few chapters and nothing in it that would signify any spark - just platonic. They want to physically *feel* the passion, see the absolutely gorgeous guy and the young lady connect in feverish pleasure. They need to hear his honey dipped voice say those three little words. How can they invest in a romance when he’s too shy to even touch her? When he hasn’t said I love you yet? It takes too many chapters for him to decide what he wants and they don’t find it attractive.

Whereas the opposite viewpoint says “Hold up, kissing ? Why does he even feel comfortable approaching her yet?” I may feel as if this familiarity is forced or arrogant and it can turn me off the love interest to be honest because to me, it feels unearned. Others perceive the waiting as uncertainty on the man’s part whereas I view it as respect. I need yearning for chapters/episodes. I need him spending long evenings holding back the words he desperately wants to say because it feels too soon. I need small but intensely poignant actions that show he’s crazy about her.

Both criticisms are valid to be honest.

I personally would prefer a good book however there are tv shoes out there for us more slow burn girlies 🩷🩷
ghost_azalea: (Default)
Omg it’s so shit - I love it!

Seriously, how did I not discover this movie sooner? I had heard it in whispers and hummings here and there through the gothic grapevine but I did not expect to become this bloody obsessed with it. A dystopian future where mostly everyone is dead and the remaining citizens are hot goths?

Like listen, it’s entirely campy, very obviously the 2000s and the vocals (except Sarah Brightman of course) were… not great. It’s not at all a cinematic masterpiece.

HOWEVER - Whoever created this movie must have flooded it with literal crack because despite the faults, I was perched on my bed, 5am this morning with popcorn, lemonade and

A little glass vial?

A little glass vial


https://i.ytimg.com/vi/TlWgTV27h0E/maxresdefault.jpg

The beat of that song is still thumping in my head hours later along with visions of Amber Sweet and with Halloween fast approaching, I’m feeling inspired.
ghost_azalea: (Default)
Anyone else in the Christmas Spirit early this year? It’s strange. Christmas felt almost non-existent last year. And if you ever took the time to glance over at me - you could DEFINITELY tell I was a Halloween girl. But this year there is something deep, an emotion blooming in my heart. This optimism. This… inexplicable excitement for Christmas.

This Halloween feels like the least Halloween feeling Halloween but yet I feel an eerily close connection to Christmas. Sometimes the urge to just whack on Christmas music overtakes me. Suddenly the cold, mead, decor and gimmicky ornaments don’t bother me. I feel the full weight of the magic overwhelm me and life becomes worth living.

I’ve felt anticipatory anxiety, anticipatory rejection and anticipatory grief.

But anticipatory… happiness?

I have the inescapable feeling that something is going to happen. I don’t know what. But something deep in my soul tells me that despite the state of the world - there is hope.

A hope that I would follow anywhere.
ghost_azalea: (Default)
Guys…

Guys!

Last night was fucking awesome omggg.

So just for context, I was going in not really knowing any of these bands apart from Scene Queen but even then she’s not my favourite band just a band I listen to casually. But that ended up being one of the best gigs I’ve been to in my life. Not even necessarily the music but the experience as a whole was so fun. More fun than I even expected it to be.

First on stage was a band called Lake Malice. I had not even really heard of them before this gig, I mean I’ve heard their name kind of thrown about in the metal scene but here and there. So I go and they’re like this metalcore band but they sound like how metalcore sounded back in the 2010s with a wicked female screamer - she’s good. Good doesn’t even cover it. Absolutely brutal opener.

I loved it to be honest they turned out being a great band; they put on a hell of a show. At this point, I could already see mosh pit starting which is unusual with bands the are playing the 02 - or to be fair maybe its just the types of bands I see that is why I’ve never seen it but from that I could already tell that this gig was gonna be lively.

After that was an act called girly (I don’t know if I spelled that right but that’s how it’s pronounced.) and she was…. Okay. But it was a completely different vibe from the last band, I feel and I get why she was there because Scene Queen is all about being girly and being fun and mixing it with metal, but I feel like they should have gone on before Lake Malice instead of after because the crowd was really hyped during Lake Malice and then it feels like the energy kind of dipped because girly’s act was more casual.

This dip in energy didn’t last for long however, because as soon as Scene Queen took the stage, she owned it. She started strong with one of her most popular songs, and that pit went WILLLDD.

It was so unusual because I didn’t expect anybody to pit to this band. I really didn’t. But I was here for it.

The act overall was really weird, but… I enjoyed it. One minute we were in the pit, the next minute we were holding up lighters (ie. the flashlight on the back of our phones) and the next we were twerking. It was so bizarre it was the most exercise I have ever done at a show. I found myself in the mosh pit five separate times. The pit for Pink Rover went so fucking hard especially since this is the first time I have been in the pit in a long time; actually the first time I have actually been in a pit outside of a local show because usually when I go in the mosh pit, it’s usually just at local metal shows in my hometown. I’ve never done it at a big venue before, but this was waaayy better.

I think I might actually go in moshpits more often because it seems like a good mental outlet for me and it just seems like my sort of thing.

Everyone left looking a hot mess lol. I was quite literally drenched in sweat as I said, this was the most effort physically I have ever put into a gig in my life. I knew it would be fun but holy shit.

So yeah, that’s my update on Scene Queen, overall, great show and Lake Malice now has a new fan 🤘🏽
ghost_azalea: (Default)
Omggg so on my way as we speak to see Scene Queen. Not my fave band but really fun to see live.

How to explain Scene Queen?

Her and her band make girly music in metal to essentially piss off all the elitist dudes (and tbh girls too) that think metal should only be one sort of thing/belong to only one sort of person. Honestly, I respect the vibe so I’m going with two of my friends. Should be lively.

On a side note though - been given the *filthiest* stares by older ladies for my outfit which is; okay, think 90s mean girl Regina George with a (massive) splash of alt/metal. But *gasp* a short skirt in 2025?? 🫨🫨 Unacceptable!

I really didn’t think people still clutched their pearls about this sort of thing like it’s honestly nothing that bad/shocking- just looks like a girl from the early 2000s.

Seriously idc, this look slays. It looks like if Janis Ian joined the Plastics instead of Cady and mixed her look with theirs. I’m really feeling this look and may just take pictures if we have the time between fans pushing, shoving and all other sorts of typical concert things 🩷
ghost_azalea: (Default)
So… I don’t know about you, but living in rainy, gloomy England, I have always considered the beginning of autumn September 1st. Not much hope for sunny weather to be held out near London.

But today is different. Not the weather; the energy.

September 1st this year; sits perfectly on a Monday and a massive thunderstorm hits here in the uk AND under a waxing moon building up to an eclipse… if that doesn’t say new energy clearing and massive arrivals then I don’t know what will. And tbh despite how crap I’ve felt, I’ve also sensed just HOW potent this energy has been like the past 2 weeks.

Idk, I just feel like this is prime time to be taking advantage of the energy (I will not being doing any magick ON the eclipse though; that’s not a wave I wanna ride lmaooo) I personally think we should be utilising energy from this build up while we can - I don’t usually like storms but as soon as that rain touched my skin, I held felt cleansed and more empowered than I have the last few years.

If you already haven’t, it’s a great time to be collecting storm water, honestly. Or if you live in the US then some hardcore manifesting won’t go amiss.

I’ve definitely felt the energy shift. Have you?
ghost_azalea: (Default)
I’m finally doing it.

I’m finally starting my affirmations journey- I mean I’ve been a witch and manifested things for years and it kind of works but after a while they started to get blocked -.-

I’m guessing it’s because I do a lot of Shadow Work but I never really had anything positive to balance it out.

I want to find who I truly am now I’m older; my authentic self. But that can only really come when the bullshit is cleared out of the way. To be honest, I’ve been trying to rewire my brain for years but I think it’s actually time to get serious now. To get better control over my energy. Not in like a false positivity, spiritual bypassing way, but to ground myself in a more mature, assured sense of positivity while still holding space for acknowledging the bad.

It just won’t have the hold it once did.

Let’s be honest, the things I have held onto as “oh so important”- I probably won’t even *think* about five years from now. And tbh despite how bad things have been, I’m at the point where I’m just ready to bin the old story as this timeline has well and truly worn itself out now. Even when I’m sad/angry, it’s just not having the same hit like it used to kinda like I’m getting fed up with it lol

So yeah, onto attracting farrr better for myself!
ghost_azalea: (Default)
I don’t let people breadcrumb me anymore. My energy is precious and valuable and I do not let anyone play it that has not earned the right to be fucking playing in it. A lot of people out there want to call themselves your friend but they have not earned that title because how the fuck can you tell me in this generation- I met you over six months ago and you still don’t know my last name? You still don’t know my favourite colour; you have not put in adequate effort to know anything about me yet you’re acting like we’re super close just in case… what? for clout? Just in case I’m successful? It’s okay, love we’re all adults okay and we are old enough to admit that that’s the true reason because I am tired of being breadcrumbed.

I am tired; people KNOW it’s wrong, they know what they’re doing is wrong because as soon as I pull away, I’ll start to get distant suddenly that all up in my inbox spamming me, spamming me, spamming me so they know what they’re doing is wrong and it’s not just a matter of they are homebodies or they’re too busy- EVERYBODY is busy. Do they think I’m sitting on my arse? I have a full-time job Plus a full roster of hobbies to attend to but I make time for the people I love because I am a decent human being. Plus I see them constantly on social media out with the ppl they ACTUALLY fw but I never make the cut? But I’m their ‘bestie’? Give me a break. Im not a bestie, I’m an energy bank to them.

I don’t let my life become an excuse to treat people like shit like most of this generation does, and I have ADHD, autism and C PTSD so I know what it’s like to live with three type of neuro divergences and I still will push it all to the side and maybe that’s my downfall. Maybe I am just soft and give too much of myself but that is who I am because I am honest. I live in my truth and I live in integrity .

But too many people out here move so fucking weird. So no, I won’t be your ‘friend in spirit’- I’m still alive. You do not get to make plans and go out seemingly with everybody else except me and then cancel whenever I make plans with you or worse, just DITCH ME ON THE DAY without saying a word- then pop back up in my life like nothing happened but then still call yourself my best friend and blowing up my inbox when it suits you. Or whenever I distance myself. Too many people hide behind screens and social media gives too many people access to you without having to earn a SECOND of it. Without you actually properly getting to know/suss them out. They only want to drain your energy dry but secretly hate/talk about you? Nahh mate.

So from now on- unless you live long distance; I don’t do penpals, I don’t do weird ‘virtual’ friends- if you want me, come find me and that applies to both relationships and friendships.

If you want to bask in the sweetness, in the value, in the light of my energy; If you want to
enjoy the essence that is me then you can come and find me in real life. You have to build an actual true connection with me and be my actual friend; you need to put in the actual legwork. You need to come to me and work out who I am and I can work out who you are and then we can meet each other halfway- but as for all of this bullshit where you just want to make a halfassed effort online so you have access and proximity to me but you don’t actually have to put up with actually being friends with me or being close to me in all of my humanness so you get the best of both worlds and you can have your cake and eat it too? Absolutely the fuck not.
ghost_azalea: (Default)
This summer was strange to me. Every single year I tell myself that this summer will be better and that I will make friends and live it up essentially. However, now we’re at the end of August I feel like I lost a lot of it to mental health and I was never truly present; too much overthinking. I only started to have a more positive mindset and force myself out of this hell towards the end of August.

Any time to heal is a good time don’t get me wrong, better late than never. But I’m starting to discover myself more and more as I heal and I’m starting to realise that I truly am a free spirit and a summer person. And it just sucks that it took me till the end of summer to realise that.

Don’t get me wrong I love autumn too however there is just a special energy for me that comes from the Sun and treasuring today and feeling like you have every possibility for the future at your feet. Now OBVIOUSLY you can feel that love for life at any point during the year however summer is really the energy when nature is full of life and blooming and being outside in nature is more of a possibility.

I only wish for one last hurrah this year. Perhaps an Indian summer one last wave of hot weather and things to do with friends just so I can say I had a chance to have a little bit of a summer. I mean, if not then it’s fine, but I really do hope to enjoy just the last flecks of sunshine.
ghost_azalea: (Default)
I envy the girl I was 10 years ago.

Honestly her future was so bright and despite the odds she was strong enough to handle anything, her brain didn’t feel like it was fried and half decaying- she had a boyfriend, community and people who loved and valued her. When she sang, people actually listened. She had the energy and charisma of a human being not a fucking rock. People actually thought she was really cool and unique and offered her opportunities- her decisions in the world actually mattered. The world was quite literally at her feet, a reward for her suffering and mental anguish the year before.

…And I wasn’t *as* traumatised yet.

Days like this when I’m sick, it’s the weekend or I’m otherwise not at work, it has me feeling nostalgic. I wish I could go back before it all happened. Before life just decided it hated me, before the bad decisions made from a survival mode ridden brain. Before I lost nearly all of my charm, intelligence and now a loser because I spent all of my energy surviving fucking narcissists.

It’s not like anybody would believe me because I can’t even describe it coherently enough for people to understand how bad it actually was anymore. And now I’m washed up in a world which everyone’s empathy is dwindling everyday and things are becoming more and more judgemental.

I would love a chance to go back with the knowledge of everything I have now- like this was all a bad dream.
ghost_azalea: (Default)
I’m feeling so lonely that I think I’m starting to actually become a writer again. And this isn’t to say that there’s anything wrong with being a writer quite the opposite actually, but I know deep down that path is not meant for me. I meant to be a performer I am meant to be loud primal and on a big stage.

Realistically I know that it’s trauma that’s done this to me that made me quiet and so writing feels like the cop out so nobody actually has to see me but even when I try to perform its so stiff and awkward because my nervous system is fucked.

I feel like I don’t radiate enough coolness and not even just that but my voice just won’t be good enough no matter how much I train it. It just sounds like karaoke and all I ever wanted to do is sing and everyone says don’t give up but I’ve been trying for 10 years and not only that I can’t even make friends either like nobody ever wants to connect or wants me round long term. For a time they may think I’m cool and then in real life I don’t match up to it so they just ghost after a certain period of time I’m tired .

I just feel like my life is going nowhere and honestly writing is the last ditch hope to get my life to actually go anywhere simply because writing doesn’t require real life presence so people can see who I truly am through writing because everywhere else (unless it’s drawing, but I’m not into that) Everywhere else requires you to be able embody on the spot and unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to embody shit ever again.

My best bet is to write a story full of darkness and emotion but like a written aesthetic of how I feel and then lace it with a lot of symbolism and deep meaning and see who gets it and then I can see where my people are because unfortunately while some people are meant to be shining stars and some people aren’t - I sit in between; somebody that was but won’t ever be able to again.

I really do love the optimistic people that tell me to never give up. I’m not saying that that’s a bad sentiment to have but nowadays is everything is so instant especially with social media and if you want to even be in a band, no such thing as being in a band for fun anymore everyone expects you to be so fucking good otherwise why are you wasting their time? And it’s all about clout and that shit translates to friendships as well and I just feel like in this new day and age I’m never gonna be what anybody wants me to be - it’s either never gonna be enough or it’s never gonna be quite the thing they’re looking for and you can say focus on yourself and don’t worry about other peoples opinions all you want but the truth there is this world runs on other peoples opinions.

The people that say not to worry about anyone’s opinions have never been in a situation where they have literally no opportunities because nobody around them is giving them a fucking chance. And that’s just true because I’ve lived by that mindset my whole life and it’s gotten me nowhere.

Do you not think I want to network at some point, find a guitarist, bassist or whatever but everyone’s just so closed off or only open to people that are really good already- these people will not move to me and if they do, they’ll just meet once than ghost. Like, these people, they don’t want me. I don’t know what else I have to fucking do . I don’t know how many times I have to over analyse and tear myself apart to get on in this world.

The truth is I have a lot of pain and a lot of energy that can be turned into art but it’s not presented in a pleasant way or in a brutal but cool way that people want it is just noise it is not presented in a pretty little package. It’s not presented in a way that could be sold or consumed and I don’t know how to make myself the thing that can be sold or consumed so I guess just fuck me right?

I’m just a traumatised disjointed mess but not in the attractive traumatised and broken way. I’m broken in such a way that’s not attractive and not consumable and never fucking will be. I was at some point but I cannot access that anymore.

It’s not “beautiful damage” like the inspirational trite people sell. It’s just DAMAGE. And that makes a big difference to how people treat you. If you take away the cliches- I have nothing to offer to this world.
ghost_azalea: (Default)
Is August to early to start rewatching PLL?

Idk how it is in the US but here in the UK we had a decent *attempt* at summer but now the temperature has dramatically dropped, Lammas has past and the moody, harvest weather is really beginning to set in.

The air is really starting to smell of "pretty girl in mysterious town full of secrets" as a nostalgic fog cuts through the weakening sunlight. Like its still technically summer but the vibes are changing and drawing me back to my old comfort shows and as long as I can ignore how insultingly this one /ends/ - I'm down to return to the town of Rosewood.

I've considered reading the books but I've never been too pleased about how early a certain character dies. However the books are so different and, from what I have heard, have a faaarr better ending so I may give them a whirl anyway.

Are the books any good? Someone let me know.

Hi

Aug. 19th, 2025 08:41 am
ghost_azalea: (Default)
Well… I finally caved. Since the rise of individualism and emotional constipation and the world just moving so.damn.fast, I’ve decided to rebel by living like it’s the early 2000s.

Moving to longer form content would definitely do me the world of good. So, let’s have a look around.

🩷

Profile

ghost_azalea: (Default)
ghost_azalea

October 2025

S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
121314151617 18
19202122232425
262728293031 

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Dec. 27th, 2025 09:13 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios