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things to put in ur fashion journal⋆.ೃ࿔*:･📔🎀

if u have a fashion journal and you dont really know where to start with the journalling part, here are some ideas pulled from my own fashion journal…💬🎀

♡ color palettes you love

♡ patterns you love and frequently wear

♡ your own fashion analysis

♡ fashion analysis of ur fashion icons

♡ who are your fashion icons

♡ looks that you've styled

♡ break down ur personal style

♡ your favorite fashion trends

♡ fashion education (diff cuts, the names of certain things etc)

♡ fashion tips that you learn

♡ favorite runway looks

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Chase Iron Eyes & Tokata Iron Eyes in Oyate (2022)

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Dudes healthcare is so fake. My ADHD meds are $940 without insurance. But they gave me a website of "coupons" which straight up looks like a scam website, and I got it today for $60! Just a coupon from a random website and it was $900 cheaper. America, I am confusion!! America explain!!

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every drop of blood is love that i don't get back

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Something that lives in my head rent free is a line from a book I read when I was younger that goes, “The Colorado River never gives up its dead.” I live in Colorado now and every time I pass over that river I think of that line, and wonder what secrets it holds that we will never know.

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“Central City was two miles high; at first you get drunk on the altitude, then you get tired, and there’s a fever in your soul.”

—Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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colorado gothic

in your dreams you are riding a blue horse with eyes that flash a brilliant red.  when you wake, you can hear hooves behind you, hot breath on the back of your neck.  you are in the middle of the city. 

it is spring. it is summer. it is fall. it is winter. it has been one week. you leave the state and you have aged ten years.  

you are visiting a friend’s home, and he goes into an attic closet to find something.  there is a fluttering sound when the door opens, and then silence.  precisely an hour later, you go to find him.  he is standing alone, still and silent in the middle of the room, under the bare bulb.  he turns to look at you, and thousands of tiny brown moths pour from his mouth. 

the tumbleweeds are piled over your doors, your windows. you have not seen the sun in days.  you know they will not let you leave.

which way should you go? towards the mountains. always to the mountains.  you are lost, but the mountains still draw you forwards.

may comes. you cannot tell if what is falling from the sky is ash, or snow.  you cannot breathe either way. 

Casa Bonita is a maze, a labyrinth.  you will never get out.  every turn takes you back to the gift shop. “more sopapillas?” says the waitress. as you watch, her eyeballs fall out of her skull and into the water below. the crowd cheers lazily. 

you are certain your neighbor is a bear. he has eaten two of your cats already.  when you complain to the police, they fault you for leaving your garbage bins open.  the bear waves from the porch. 

you tear the plastic from a yogurt cup.  a thick liquid covers your eyes, your face.  your walls are dripping.  you are not sure what the liquid is, just that it is bitter and there is far more of it than could possibly be in that tiny cup. 

you are too scared to admit that you can’t tell the difference between one kind of craft beer and the other.  they are always listening.  

one mile.  one mile. one mile. one mile. one mile. one mile. one mile. one mile. one mile. one mile. one mile. one mile. one mile above sea level. one mile. 

one day on your way to work, roadwork cones directed you down a detour.  there were no construction workers to be seen, no signs.  you drove and drove and drove until the road turned to dirt.  the construction will be over soon.  the potholes have teeth. 

alfred packer understood some things about the mountains. you try to climb a fourteener with some friends and you understand some things, too. 

like icarus you are too near the sun.  your skin blackens and hisses.  your mother shakes her head.  "should have brought more sunscreen.“ 

you day-trip to Boulder. everyone wears the same hemp macrame necklace and pendant like they belong to some kind of secret society.  you try to buy a bag of organic granola, and everyone on the street opens their mouth and screeches static.  are you one of them now? or should you run and never look back? 

you have never skied in your life.  every time you open your closet, there are another pair of skis.

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Colorado Rockies

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In the Rocky Mountains, the clouds touch the peaks. Beware of what lurks in their icy embrace, hidden between the trees.

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Rocky Mountain Gothic

Another skier went missing last night. He was wearing the same jacket as the one from the night before. You don’t mention it. You know the trees wouldn’t be happy with you if you did.

A tourist has hit something on the road. It was a deer. 24 points, four for each of its six heads.

The snow came early this year. 36 inches, the report says. You’re not sure that’s right–the shortest drift is much taller than you are.

The concierge at the lodge says there’s something big and angry under the lake. You ask if she means ‘in.’ She tells you that she doesn’t.

At night you want to take the sharp corners with your brights on, but you know it’s better if you can’t see the faces of the things on the side of the road.

The mountain lion looks at you and bristles with fear. Well, not at you. At what’s behind you. You don’t turn around. It won’t hurt you so long as you don’t look at it. You head back to your tent.

It is almost always windy on the peak of the mountain. When it is not, you know to get down as quickly as you can. It feeds when the air is calm.

There is an old cemetery on the side of the mountain, it’s the marker that signals you’re entering the next town. You know better than to wave back at the residents.

Your friends like to visit the “abandoned” mining towns. They keep saying “abandoned” as if they can’t see the tall shapes peaking out of the doorways with piercing bright eyes.

When you come down the from the mountains, it is very quiet. There is a highway that is supposed to be busy, but it is empty and dark. Nothing has moved in some time. You decide not to leave the mountains again.

The rock climbers know more than you do. They look at you with dead eyes. They must keep climbing higher.

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if spotify wrapped isnt entirely rocky mountain gothic im doing something drastic

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TMA Entities as Colorado Gothic things

The Buried - Do not explore the mines alone. The mountains are hungry, the gold rush gave them a taste for blood and they want more. They have not been fed in years.

The Corruption - Pine Beetles turning once green mountainsides grey with the corpses of the trees they devour.

The Dark - Have you ever been camping in the depths of the Rockies? You'll want to keep a lantern with you.

The Desolation - The summer and fall wildfires and the smoke that wafts over the front range from them, sometimes swallowing the mountains and burning your eyes.

The End - The coffin races in Manitou Springs.

The Extinction - The alleged bunkers under DIA.

The Eye - Have you ever been in a grove of aspen trees?

The Flesh - Greely. Need I say more?

The Hunt - Do not investigate the yowls of the coyotes at night. No matter how human they sound.

The Lonely - The open plains of the east. Don't bother with the few and far-between farmhouses, all you'll find are splinters and mold.

The Slaughter - There's a reason the rocks are such a bright red here.

The Spiral - The Stanley Hotel isn't haunted. Oh boy is it not haunted, but trying to understand what lurks there will simply twist your mind further.

The Stranger - You're not sure if the person who went to the four corners is the same person who came back.

The Vast - Be careful when you visit Rocky Mountain National Park. The sky might just snap you up if you get too close to the edges.

The Web - Ever notice Buell theater's show attendees never notice the strings?

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cr. brooks salzwedel

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Dark skies over the Canadian Rockies

Captured on Nikon D3500

11.19

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Sunnyside Cemetery, Victor, Colorado.

[Finding places where the wooden memorials are still standing is incredible!]