Exactly a year ago for Halloween I was Peter Pan and I don’t remember it at all. To all who witnessed this mess of a Disney character, I can promise you this year will not be a repetition of it.
There is always the girl that hates the way her hair falls on the side of her face. There is the kid who is funny because nothing he ever says makes any sense. There is the loud guy, the one that loves to hear his own voice more than anyone else’s. There is the girl who never says a word and no one knows her name. There are the communities of people, the small gatherings that keep to...
I will bite, please don’t make me have to.
Hoppipolla by Sigur Rós
I’m sad when it rains, when it pours and I’m sad when I think of family. I get so frustrated when someone uses the wrong Your(e) or the wrong their, there, they’re and please don’t mess up are and our. It makes my skin crawl. A lot of days I read numbers backwards and say phrases backwards, but I think it’s because I can sometimes feel backwards. But backwards can be...
The gentle. The gentle held their heads above the water as the rafters started to give way. “But we are gentle, we hold things with care.” The water did not listen to their words. The two of them held onto each others shoulders. Fingers digging into clavicles. They whispered whispers and screamed screams, but the water still traveled high up their throats.
Dolci and Luca.
Goldfish. Imagine what life would be like to be satisfied swimming around in a glass bowl?
If at all a real thing, in my past life, I don’t think I was a person or an animal or a plant. I think I was an umbrella because the rain makes me so sad.
I cringed stepping into the air but it was surprisingly warm. My legs bare and pale. We walked and moved across the streets. There are over 8,008,278 people that could be walking these same sidewalks. Different faces and different laughs. But your face and your laugh is the one that has my bones shifting and my stomach turning and my eyes beaming. I looked up at the buildings hoping maybe one...
“What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me? I could invent a teakettle that reads in Dad’s voice, so I could fall asleep, or maybe a set of kettles that sings the chorus of ‘Yellow Submarine,’ which is a song by the...
Not that I know him, but when you introduced him to everyone …you two just...– Chelsea Erhard
L’air froid Octobre pouvez envoyer des frissons dans le dos. Mais rien n’est comparable à vous.
Some days, I really feel like Sweeney Todd had the right idea when he hit Adolfo Pirelli with a tea kettle. Some days, I really want to hit people with a tea kettle.
You’re the yellow bird that I’ve been waiting for.
I just have lost so much in so many people. And it’s people I wouldn’t expect to lose anything in. But I guess things change and color will show and spines never grow. I just don’t believe a lot of their words and I’m absolutely tired of keeping myself cool, calm and collected for other benefits when it isn’t always deserved. But for the very very few who are always...
Only the gentle are ever really strong.– James Dean
Creator by Santogold
Sometimes it’s all about perspective.
As of lately I really appreciate the following: That my body wants to go to sleep earlier resulting in me getting a more proper amount of sleep, thrift stores that have $4.00 sweater vests, the fact that I have someone that I can tell everything to and not feel as though I’m being put on the spot when I do so, I might as well just say Anthony, pumpkin coffee & pumpkin lattes, my...
Rant: Please, if you have a blog, at least post something semi-intelligent for the viewers to read rather than just re-blogging pictures after pictures of Lady Gaga and girls with ripped up tights and combat boots. I think the world would appreciate it, at least I know I would. Thanks. :End Rant.
The sun was orange and so was my heart.
one more time with feeling by regina spektor
A man once told me that to be a dreamer was to be a fool. There were days that I felt so foolish. And you see, what you’ve done here is you’ve taken a girl without a dream and filled her with hundreds.
I have come to realize day in and day out that I am such an odd creature.
There is something about the sound of the wind chimes panicking on my back porch that I hate but also really love.
One & Two
Dear Black J.Crew Oxfords, stop being $250.00.
“I’ve had a story in my head for weeks.” She whispered in the back of the taxi, “I don’t know what to do.” He didn’t say anything, just placed his hand in hers and gave a firm squeeze. She looked up at him and smiled gently. “Help me?” He looked at her with a puzzled face. “Help me get this story out of my head?” She knew that...
Call me crazy, but you make me happy.
Poison Oak by Bright Eyes
I did not love them. I did not love them for so many reasons. I did not love them because they were terrible. I did not love them because they didn’t know the value of my words, my writing, my pieces, anything that I was. I did not love them because they didn’t notice any quirks, not a single one. I’m not saying I’m a step above, that I don’t have terrible veins every...
You can always paint the roses red.– Alice in Wonderland
some days I wake up with a sort of hopelessness, an ache, as if someone I love deeply has just died. but no one has died, it’s just another day, and I’ve gotta shed that broken skin and smile.
Do you remember when she was a human being? young and lovely with bright red cheeks and sun-kissed freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose—dark hair and bright eyes, thin hands wavering atop the world for fear of crushing what magic might lie inside? she wanted everyone to be lovely and she didn’t know what else to do but give of herself and she gave of herself until there was...
[Rewind] I knew he had seen me from across the room. His lips were especially pink in this light. Dim and subtle. I knew in the way his eyes slithered across to me that I was more than just another strangers face. I was the face he wanted to be inches from. And did he ever actually verbalize that? No. But does that mean my interpretation was wrong? No. [Fast-Forward] It was right.
Dear Anthropologie.com, stop. just stop.
I believe that being able to expose your true self to another individual is easily the most bold, beautiful and brilliant thing a human will ever have the opportunity to do.
T: I've never had the way someones body moves make me want to write; the way their muscles crawl under their skin make me want to throw words onto a piece of paper, until you.
A: I love you. I literally love all parts of you.