25 October 2009

we'll stay

even when we know that we don't know what we have until it is gone we still don't follow this phrase. i don't really think it is quite possible of a phrase to follow, and i don't necessarily think that we don't appreciate things fully, i think it is natural to long for something --or someone-- again. i think people have this idea that they never loved something in the first place and then realized the extent of it after that thing is gone but i don't think that is true. case in point, when i am eating cake, i enjoy the cake. i mean i LOVE eating cake. i eat cake and am so fucking happy about it. and then eventually the cake is gone and that's fine. and the next day or week or month i see a picture of one or i see cakes in a film and i want cakes again. and i think "i would give anything for a cake right now." and sometimes i think of when i last had a cake and wish i had that moment again. but there will be more cakes, and there will be more enjoyment.
stardust memories. we have those.
we have memories.

sweet heart bitter heart

After Apple-Picking, by Robert Frost
sweet heart bitter heart
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.

And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.


you're only what i see sometimes

24 October 2009

20 October 2009

let nothing be lost upon you. be always searching for new sensations. be afraid of nothing.

i'm sad.
so many people are gone from me. i used to take pictures with you. i used to go on walks with you. i used to wrestle with you. i threw your watch down on the ground.
we used to drink tea.
"I can't fight any longer."

19 October 2009

look weve had similar stiches
look we have similar frowns
do the elderly couples still kiss and hug and grab their big wrinkly skin so tough wrinkly wrink wrink wrinkly rough
did you see the words

17 October 2009




i just keep shivering

13 October 2009


i just dont understand anyone half as well as i should. i'm very sad.
it's not my fault.
it's not my fault.

thanks for holding my head and chin up when i need it most. even if my head is filled with the unnecessary or the ridiculous, you keep it up anyway. and when it's down, it always comes up again, thanks to you. i appreciate it. the collarbones are a nice touch.

for walking me places.
hands, wrists, arms:
hands for writing and being pretty and dealing with my excessive time spent on the computer typing. wrists for not breaking when you should have while i ski or write too much. arms: could you be less cold in the fall and winter and all the time in general? other than this, thank you for being there to hug people, animals and myself when i need it, or other need it. thank you. thank you. thank you.

knees, legs:
for wearing socks and tights and pants. and tolerating it. i keep you as warm as i can. sorry if i complain that you aren't little enough. you are good the way you are. also sorry i make lists on you all the time, you are conveniently positioned. knees, thank you for all the bruises that earned me those embarrassing nicknames when i was young. thank you.
eyes: sorry that i wear makeup on you occasionally. i never wear very much at all. you are a nice green. the pupils are a little overbearing. but you reflect my desire for open-mindedness, even if on occasion i lack that. thank you for seeing films and the sky and the stars. thank you.

you are pretty. for drying nicely, and tolerating the few years that i straightened you often. i'm sorry for that. i will never go back. thank you for keeping my head warm and being cute.
for speaking even when i sometimes shouldnt; i am trying not to regret it as much. and for smiling, even when i sometimes don't want to. you can't help it. i love you. thank you.
i love you.
Dad: Now ems where do the teabags go? Not in the sink. in the trash.
Me: I don't even have a teabag.
Dad: Yeah, now you don't. It's probably in the sink.
bones and
The count of monte cristo is on my reading list, officially. if it's good enough for jean-dominique bauby, that means it must be important. how he inspires me so.

12 October 2009


coup de grĂ¢ce.
i'm going to lay on top of my cold bed in the dark and listen to myself breathe until i fall asleep. and it will be wonderful. and i will miss you. and i miss you.

naked as we came

drawing + watching films

11 October 2009

you can contact me through my attorney, you can find me outside on a gurney

Why do people make things more difficult than they have to be? I own hunter green sparkly tights. I mean after that happened i thought my life was beautiful forever. If something bad happened well the tights made it better. why cant all my problems be solved by those tights? that and the pretty underwear i own. i am a forest nymph. i realized that there are bits of my life that are unfortunate and not the greatest. and they don't necessarily make me happy anymore or if they never did. and that's okay. because i tend to dwell on the bad things, i get sort of lost on those things and i forget about the nicest things. like home, and what it means to be a friend.
i don't want you!
BANSHEE BEAT! i gave strength to you!

10 October 2009

bones bones bones bones bones bones bone bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones bones BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES BONES NONESBN BOTNSNE BONES TOSNGNO SBONT SOGT VONTES BONES TNONVE S NOVENSN NONE OF IT

oh you had it but oh no you lost it

i decided that all i am going to do is video interview people in black and white. so come over
listening to vampire weekend, wearing red socks, going to celia's.

kneel in the rosebeds
edit:: that first photo is the most beautiful thing i've ever seen


Here comes the feeling you thought you'd forgotten.

08 October 2009

through the rough wooden doors of my dreams

beaucoup d'etoiles. ive gone too far with the glitter in my boissons. every time. i simply can't resist the sparkle. give me your number and i will sing la vie en rose to you until you fall asleep.
sweet dreamss s s
secret electricity
edit: i just stubbornly chewed a tiny star thinking it was the waxy skin of a popcorn kernel. sigh.

07 October 2009

c c c

toasted cinnamon muffin
1 mugful hot earl grey
1 mugful of hot organic green tea
a LOT of mushrooms
vegetarian chicken with muenster and sauce
orange juice
and many conversations with dad, mostly making fun of the male models in L.L.Bean and the ads in the newspaper. and listening to fleet foxes and animal collective vs. the beach boys with him.

06 October 2009

look at this triangle of thorns

i am happy
i am happy
almost done re reading lolita! oh i love that book so much. an odd day, night. i made an owl necklace, made a cd cover, stained a cd cover, listened to some lovely music from lovely people, played with my fairy glitter. it is playing on my eyelids and eyelashes; i'm so excited for the glitter party. i left zac zellers a voicemail, watched the shining, didn't talk to my dad enough. i miss him even when he's around. my room is freezing cold and i love it that way the most; tomorrow i want to string popcorn and build a canopy over my bed, maybe i will invite someone to help me~; it is almost midnight and i am going to read about the american revolution and go to bed.

sweet sailing sickbabies lovelybabies lovely lovely loves
agallop, aglow.

05 October 2009

kissing the lipless

04 October 2009


Something that i like which i thought about a lot today: when you are with someone, or a group of people, and you look up, at that person, or someone in that group, and you see that they are looking at you, and you look at them, and there is an understanding. it's an especially nice thing. the only kinds of stares that i don't mind. because i like to watch people in a lighthearted way and when i see my friends doing the same thing i feel an odd happiness, though usually i just act bashful. also i like when you hug someone and you can feel their spine on your hand or their shoulderblades. bones you can feel in general are nice. so soft and i just love touching so much~

the back words

i don't know about you but i love texting because i get the best texts.
i miss texting certain people. i really miss it so much. maybe it's silly
i dont think it is

03 October 2009

i want to walk around with you

falling asleep

only fools are satisfied

i remember when i was really little i used to hate sad songs and whenever someone would say they liked a certain song that was sad to me i would get really upset with them. and if a sad song came on tv or the radio i would change it. i dont really know why.

turn on me

i encountered my brother in the hallway whilst wearing his shins shirt:
Me: No I'm not wearing your shirt.
Matt: Yes you are.
Me: No I'm not.
Matt: Yes.
Me: No.
i love you
Dissolve magically, absurdly,
They'll end, leave, dissipate,
Coldly; and strangely
the shins / those to come

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