February 2012
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Anonymous asked: Why is it, that you loathe the thought of permanence? The though of something that perhaps ends, seeing how everything eventually does so. Yet you seem to appreciate the shortness of things rather than their longevity?
FromAFewDaysAgo
There is something strange and beautiful about the way people can be connected. The way you can climb into the shell of a person and ache because they are so distant, or the way you can hold a loved one experiencing their first heart break and begin to cry. I know that part of growing up and evolving as a person is going through the trials and the pain, but sometimes I wish I could take it on for...
There were things dropping out of trees marking little X’s on the ground reminding us of what used to be.
Spread thin with the hope of growth.
Rebirth.
A life lived again.
When we are here, it seems less fragile.
We are surrounded by life that stands taller than us and shades us from morbid thoughts of the end as simply the end.
Caught in a moment before the emotional commotion...
You are like a child. Making violent noise out of nothing. kicking and trashing around. Not speaking, just slowly destroying the surrounding. I find myself disappointed in the passion exerted into nothing. Into a purposeless abyss.
Word might travel fast around here, but it takes days and days of seeing you all the time to get any sort of truth. But that truth is worth so much more than ‘round the mouth to ear gossip.
January 2012
22 posts
Sometimes things just well up inside and all you want to do is grab someone and tell them “you are fucking worth it”
I woke up this morning and headed to the studio at school. I watched a few hour long tutorial on lenses and cameras. I loaded some 4x5 film in the carriers. Two of them were crome color film. I’m not versed in this medium. Only with the black and white ilford 100 speed 4x5….This is 100 and Kodak, but color. You know the stuff. Anyone have any tips? Going to shoot with a super wide pin...
If I had all day, every day. Some how. You know what I would do? Take a picture every day. Not just any picture. All the ideas that boil over in my brain- I would do them all! Because I would have all this time! I would hand build props and — and ….time. There is never enough time.
“The beauty of things must be that they end.”
– Jack Kerouac, Tristessa (via lacubrious)
“I didn’t want to write on your wall…I didn’t want to send you...”
There’s a reason to everything. There’s a reason people come and go. There’s a reason they stay. That doesn’t mean you’ll always understand …it just means that it is what it is. It sounds contrived but, really, sometimes… It just is.
A bunch of no name no it alls…calling you’re bluff. I never took to this crowd without enough liquor on my tongue.
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Photographer Kyle Rand →
This is some really — REALLY amazing work. I’m currently mesmerized.
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Curled up under three layers of covers, hugging one too many pillows. The cold air filtering in through the window that was never sealed. The clouds of condensation forming on the glass as the light coiled between your limbs and your bare shoulders. Do you ever think about the first thing you should say in the essence of the new day?
YouAre,DearFriend.YouReallyAre.
Do you remember when you wanted to be a dirty hippie?
Do you remember when you wanted to be French?
Do you remember when you wanted to be a little punk?
Do you remember when you wanted to be a ballerina?
Do you remember when you wanted to be a bad ass?
Do you remember when you wanted to be the skinny girl?
Do you remember when you wanted to be the one in love?
Do you remember, do you...
Anonymous asked: How can you run without losing everything and how can you run without being mean?
I don’t know many things but I know if you breathe enough on a cold window and stare through it while cars pass you can almost pretend they are boats on an ocean and suddenly, you are somewhere else.
TheManInThePlaid
And he sits and he drinks and he thinks and he writes and he smokes the best ones and he sips on the liquor that makes my tongue less graceful and no matter what I still love milk.
The nature of your voice is almost too comforting and I find myself leaping anyway.
The amount of caution and the guard I had lifted amounts to nothing at all.
And it slips beyond the realm of things I told myself I, I swore to myself.
And after the excitement subsides, I’m slamming my head against an invisible wall in the corners of my mind that knew,
I was right all along.
“Stop thinking so much if it makes you leave.”
Every time I think I should tip-toe around something I end up stomping all over it.
The way the ugly mashed into her teeth
Like blackberries in a fat man’s hands
The way she tore through it like the wild winds
The way it looked to watch her spit
Thrashing right to left
It was beautiful.
TheDayWeSatThereIWasSomewhereElse
Someone asked me today if it is possible to feel nostalgic about something you’ve never experienced. As a writer, I had to say absolutely. I say writer, but what I really mean is want-to-be-occasionally-never-keep-up-with-my-blog-jotter-down-of-notes-and-ideas-that-usually-make-no-sense-er. But really. I write often about things I’ve never experienced. Although, I don’t know...
December 2011
9 posts
“…and finally the sense of romance, of a quest for the poignant past while...”
– Congo, by Michael Crichton (a Christmas read, just for fun :))
“I forgave everybody, I gave up, I got drunk.”
– Jack Kerouac’s summary of On the Road (via liberumarbitriumindifferentiae)
“And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being...”
– Brave New World, Aldous Huxley (via kennadylana)
On a less depressing note, it is time, again, for an ode to the year. Stay tuned, I promise it won’t be pathetic. It has actually been one of the greatest years, yet. Oh, and Happy Holidays, ladsandgents
Things that I do not reccomend…drinking whiskey alone & watching holiday films. Also, Christmas shopping, alone. Also, using the word alone. Oh, this is, pathetic. I don’t even LIKE the word boyfriend.
Why does everything seem to sound so much better when I imagine I’ve escaped to the northern states?
There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock. people so tired mutilated either by love or no love. people just are not good to each other one on one. the rich are not good to the rich the poor are not good to the poor. we are afraid. our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners. it hasn’t told us about the...
It is true, I have been away longer than I care to remember. Something happened, and then Thanksgiving up north, and then finals week, and god I’d like to not think about it. Then of course I retreated to the woods for a few days to contemplate Bukowski by a fire after losing my stellar job, well, not really losing, and I wasn’t getting paid, but an unfortunate mishap, anyway. It is...
November 2011
3 posts
This week my body learned how to shake and by that I mean it wouldn’t stop
There was nothing that I could hold on to except perhaps my cat, Canon
This week I cried more than I have cried all year and by that I mean it wouldn’t stop
There was nothing that I could hold on to except perhaps the sound of Big Star
This week I learned many things, and I learned them all at 45 to 0mph,...
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I’ve been all over the place.
Some things that are happening this week:
Possible part time job with a local photographer that has work all over. I have to call him today and prove myself. This is going to be interesting and scary. Lets hope for the best.
I have to draw a self portrait. I think I should just draw a big pot and when everyone asks I’ll just say ….”I...
October 2011
13 posts
I’m trying to pack. I woke up to a pink plastic flamingo in my apartment one day this week…I think it came from one of my walks home. We will not speak of it. I can’t wait to wake up in a house full of all my new room mates…Sammy Sammy Jr Jr, Chris, and Canon. (Only one of those three is an actual human) (I rescued a secret kitty)…
Things I will miss about my...
Elbow to elbow star struck to sober you’ll never care in the morning
He was there, alone, plaid embraced.
Watch face big enough to read without glasses.
Drinking his mediocre beer, working on this that and what have you.
The pepper in his beard giving him enough character to call charming.
Positioned at five o clock, resting in his solitary status.
Big brother over my shoulder, finding comfort in the presence of a stranger…
Thanks to the illuminated,...
I have never felt as full
Of wake
Than in early November.
Not enough chill
To make you shake,
But plenty of explicit conversation
Inspired by the hint of the fall
To make you run the shower water
Scolding.
To make you smoke like hell
At the cusp of what to say.
Held up by the rigid vibrations,
And over zealous concoctions
Of the places with doors open,
Asking for the frigid.
Call...
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erikaan:
This is really cool, I like the reference to the Rorschach Ink Blots….it is also similar somewhat to the ‘Shadow Series’ I have been working on/ playing with. In one of my classes.
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