19 September 2009

old devil moon


good things. i love conversations. crying with four girls well thats something but conversations in general are good things. i miss being young and loving everyone and everything and not being afraid that i look ugly or something stupid. and listening to like corinne bailey rae and john mayer all the time WHO ROCK and just being cute because you didn't care about how you looked at all. like seriously i remember when i didnt have any friends and i just watched tv and hung out with my parents all the time. and when i rode horses every weekend with my mom and wearing that red quilted hat. and holding black cats and being a rabbit. and i remember laying bricks with my dad when i was like nine and that is my happiest memory. and i have other happy ones. like tying my shoes and being proud of myself. for tying my shoes. and when i wore a boy's shirt with a skirt in fifth grade and i remember that outfit and i love it thinking about it. and when adults were my best friends when i was a kid and my insane piano teacher who treated me like i was thirty and how all we did was read art books and drink tea and not practice music at all, in fact i played her guitar more often than i did the piano. when i did ballet for all those years and hated it and thinking about it now it's so beautiful, and how i've loved opera since i was a kid, and jazz. and i like wearing what i wear because it makes me happy and not because i think people will like it or because it's clean and matches. and i remember meeting hazel and staring at her wrist because she was wearing a great chair charm bracelet. and we were best friends after that day. i still remember that. and when she wrote me a letter and included five back to back pages of an excerpt from anne frank's diaries. and when i had a scrapbook that i took to school and drew in with those people. HAZEL rememeber when we were determined to find out the mysteries of lemony snicket and like took notes and just i miss that! in third grade. and we just wrote wrote wrote all the time. like i remember being excited for lunch and recess because i just wrote stories and played with dirt. just so many things. i remember spilling soda on my brother and learning how to ride a bike when i was twelve years old. and trying wine for the first time. and meeting that old family friend and just tasting wine and talking about it and when i was five and had nightmares every single night until i was like seven, and after that being afraid to get out of bed in the morning because i had those porcelain dolls on those shelves across from my huge bed. and i swore they moved and they would kill me if they saw me. why do they even make dolls? when i pretended to pray that one night to make my dad happy, and how my parents would say goodnight to me every night for like twenty minutes because i would ask questions so they wouldn't leave for a while. coming home from school every day, talking to my mom and going outside and taking pictures of the dogs. missing missy because she was such a beaut. and little things. like being awkward when i first met celia but we kept hanging out anyway even though the first like four times was uncomfortable. and when people confront me and tell me i'm a bitch and then i either lose those people or get closer to them because of it. and when i met various people and they stopped liking me because of the way i changed and realizing that they aren't worth it if they don't like who i or you or they are becoming. that's happened so many times and it can be upsetting because they're cute and you love them. but it happens all the time. and i miss writing so much. the other thing i did when i had no friends which was the majority of my childhood was just write all the time. i would just write for the entire day and write every day and set goals like "i'm going to finish this book by the time i'm twelve". the lyrics to holland 1945 and new york cares and the sound of django reinhardt. rett's voices and his sapiency. and i just decided to stop being so unhappy because it isn't worth it. there's not enough time to contemplate drowning yourself or being sad and it's okay if you are. but a lot of it is people not wanting to be happy. and it's taking time but i just want to be happy and unashamed again. and it's a slow process but it comes eventually. and if you want to dye your hair dye it. can i just say that coldplay ALSO fucking rules? i mean seriously. i could go on forever talking about this stuff it makes me so happy. theres always hope even if you forget that
i love you all so much
"i think you are wise like an owl."







17 September 2009

cares

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sc-w35Z16zg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dv5epN5GxGA
i still love the latter even after so many years of having his music playing during dinner. i feel like the way i did a long time ago, it's comforting. i like when i feel nostalgia, and finding old things.
wearing a red sweater

only eating this for the rest of my life.




edit: http://www.sendspace.com/file/byf8mv
this is me and celia and sara ARENT WE CUTE

14 September 2009

nymph e

my noises are just noises they i miss you

edit: there is a section of my inner cheek which is almost detached from the rest

13 September 2009

green

i wrote a song:
eating cakes all day
always add acid
always add acid
always add acid
always add acid

12 September 2009

love

10 September 2009

ordinary people

Conrad: You're sitting there and I can't believe how beautiful you look. You really look beautiful.
Karen: So do you.

09 September 2009

the princess diaries 2: royal engagement

i weep so pitifully and so fruitfully

the princess diaries

in computer class these are the sentences that the keyboarding program gave to me as examples for my practice, i wrote them down because i liked them/they were the most depressing series of sentences in the world:

she is gone
she got an old dog
she jogs in a dense fog
she and he go to golf at nine
he is a hand on a rig in the north

06 September 2009

kittenhouse square

not really its too hard to stop using this. its so nice out and i want it to rain but instead the sky is just a big parachute being held (and first i typed help, how fitting) up by the air and then it just collapses. only when that happens everyone just laughed and flung it up again. i miss gym in third grade man we did the coolest shit and i hate school so much because i am an IDIOT.
and my life is so awesome right now because i have one thousand boyfriends and i'm the most popular girl in school and it's great and cats
and i'm listening to m.i.a. and i forgot how good she is and peaches and janes addiction and thats IT also we're dating

03 September 2009

ask me ask me ask me

“I shouldn’t be so upset because life goes on and I should go on with it."

01 September 2009

i cant see how we're too old

well i think i had something to say but whatever it was i lost it. i wish i could be cute again and write meaningless paragraphs about things people have given me and something funny my dad said with lots of cool photos but i dont have anything to say i dont think i ever do
it's all fluff anyway.
we're terrified of one another
and terrified of what that means
but we'll make only quick decisions
and you'll just keep me in the waiting room
and all the while i'll know we're fucked
and not getting unfucked soon;
when we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before
you sit in front of snowy television,
suitcase on the floor.
i hate myself so much
the antlers

31 August 2009

try looking at it another way


people can be very mean.
i'm not sure what is going on
i'm going to watch marie antoinette now and try to not think about anything

30 August 2009

zees

"A youth of Abydos in Egypt. He was in love with Hero, a young priestess of Aphrodite at Sestos. To be with her, he swam each night across the Hellespont, guided by a lamp which Hero had lighted earlier in the evening. During one stormy night, the wind extinguished the lamp and Leander, lost and overcome with fatigue, drowned. Unable to cope with her loss Hero flung herself into the sea."
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhug
I discussed that with rett and talked to him about stories and pretty underwear and his traumatic experiences involving a basket, a bicycle, a branch and a bone. he asked if he could read to me i said yes. I talked to andrew about clothes and people being people and wes anderson and pretty underwear. i had so many nice thoughtful conversations. i love how honest these two people are and i love them both. i love pretty underwear. i drew so much today!
painted my cieling

29 August 2009

hang around

i have been in my room for 30 hours i am so popular it kills me. i have nothing to say other than
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28 August 2009

cancer of the bone pt 2

can i die please
edit: i came home and i slept.

26 August 2009

cancer of the bone

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i hate my life

25 August 2009

and he takes and he takes and he takes

On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom
i fucking love sufjan stevens

23 August 2009

you always manage to upset me when you are just being yourself.
i'm sorry it has to be like that. i really am.

20 August 2009

not in order

one day down a billion more to go. the thing that strikes me about rock climbing is that everyone is just so nice to each other and waits for each other and everyone helps one another and stands watching and doesnt judge anyone. it's just so nice it isnt like any other sport where its all competitive and it makes me feel so happy. i wish i was better at it even though it still made me real sleepy. i talked to rachel about dogs and being a vegetarian and tea this morning while drinking tea. it was such a long day. i love cooking. matt lets cook together every day. i met celias bebe rat Gumshoe and he is an adorable lil detective who was actually sleeping when i saw him but thats just a technicality. pique niqued made a pie no one ate-except pat THANK YOU-played scattergories played charades played sleep and showed up at matts house and slept over. added leah's mini scissors to my necklace and my mini matryoshka doll pin too. i love blisters and mushrooms and being tired and listening to peter gabriel and seeing old folks and young folks and my friends and your friends. and i love exercising and tattoos and my dad's old boxers and feeling happy for being a veg and just being happy in general. people get this idea that being sad and having a therapist is like a hip thing which is stupid. i also like, glitter, freckles, not wearing deodorant or washing my clothes, stars, braids. "they probably sit around on the floor with wine and cheese and mispronounce allegorical and didacticism". haha so stupid and good. marry me
i like the song time to pretend by mgmt but nothing much else by them. i need to get into cocorosie again :) going to take off my socks and swallow a vitamin and go to bed and dream up phrases for people to tattoo on their lower backs.
i really
am
i am happy

17 August 2009

if you're in i'm in

i love grouper. i really do. when i listen to grouper it reminds me of winter and it makes me feel like i am five again in my grandparents house watching reading rainbow. yeah all of her songs sound pretty much the same but i like that constancy, it's comforting. and because they are like that, i think about the songs more, about their differences. it's just like people when you think of it. it's a beautiful thing what she does there. i really miss so many people right now. i found this photo on a flickr of this trampoline and there were all these people in sleeping bags on it they slept there overnight. how good does that sound? it sounds like the nicest. i want to do that. i feel like i'm really hungry right now but then i actually think about it and i'm not. i don't get inspired recently.

these shirt. my bed is not made, but my sweater is on. and it has a hole in it. beautiful! hard work and sweat pays off kids

do you want to fall like you know i do?

edit: i am completely useless and i am awkward. i honestly think that my best attributes are that most of the time i smell bad and i can make macaroni and cheese by myself. i dont even have a bike like wtf mang

16 August 2009

15 August 2009

dragging a dead deer up a hill/stupid little things


reading about carl jung, diane keaton, self mutilation, dessert recipes, richard nixon: drinking tea, looking at marc johns drawings. just saying things. i like history but not the kind they teach in school, not entirely at least. baked cookies, baked a pie, watched frost/nixon and manhattan, repainted my phone, made spaghetti with my dad
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i cant believe i just had that conversation. it was worth it
listening to grouper
ignored you
sorry
well maybe because people want to feel. something. i mean right they want to believe that they found their person, the one they can live with forever and sleep with every night and eat toast with and play cards with when it's raining. i mean why wouldn't you like the idea. i know i do, i know most people do, to some it's a sad idea but they dont have to do it if they dont want to. i think having a series of relationships is good and necessary but why, eventually, wouldnt any one want to just be with one person for the rest of their life? how in any way is that a bad idea?
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"i wish i had a horse's head
and a tiger's heart
and an apple's bed"
fheujrkt
EDIT:

sweet nothings pt. 2

mugs, straight zags, scissors, jamie cullum's high and dry cover, jamie cullum in general, when my dad doesn't wear shoes, wearing socks to bed, chewing pencils, oxford shoes, snowglobes, when people surprise you, listening to music i haven't listened to in a long time and realizing how much i missed it, jazz, little miss sunshine, collar bones, rib cages, spines, bicycles, baking, my decapitated momiji message doll, cereal, excercising, sunlight, light in general, "qu'est ce-que tu as aujourd'hui?", fine tip pens, not killing myself, not drowning myself, 3d glasses that are flimsy, home made envelopes, red yarn, bjork, various cheeses, books, russia

13 August 2009

twice before three am, once after. when i'm underwater with my eyes closed and my throat closed it's so quiet and nice. and then when i come up and breathe i realize how loud everything is.
really
i'm gonna go re read catcher in the rye because i have no friends

12 August 2009

needle in the hay

we know everything and we know nothing. every time things are going well they just get worse. the longer things are good, the worse things end up. that's how it has always is. i don't quite know why, if it's a learning experience. i think it's supposed to happen. i guess it is. maybe we think things are bad when they really aren't, they're just warming you up for the worst thing coming up next. extremely loud & incredibly close, light, the holes in this blanket. my dad. i don't think i'm special any more. if i ever was it's gone now. anything i ever had is gone. if you think it can't happen it can and it did. because it happened to me. striped sweaters, long fingernails. neuroticism. feminism. liberalism. nationalism. idealism. fascism. pessimism. optimism. i hate everything again i hate isms again i hate myself again. pretending to be happy for someone else's sake, why do people do that? why am i doing it now? i hate clothes and i hate rules, they are both so itchy. get me out of here
the happiest kids you'll ever meet.

emily

And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
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joanna newsom is seriously the most terrifying singer in the entire world but she terrifies me so good

11 August 2009

09 August 2009

watched in bruges again, met timothy yesterday, made a birthday card, learning a song in japanese
"And then I thought, maybe that's what hell is. The entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges. And I really really hoped I wouldn't die. I really really hoped.. I wouldn't die."

08 August 2009

i dunno i'm probably most excited about growing up cause then i can play django reinhardt as loud as i want all the time

06 August 2009

well i just fucking suck
edit: no i can't tell you everything because you just won't understand and you'll try your best and i'll appreciate you for it but what can you do to make me feel better? you can't do anything what am i supposed to say to your efforts? thanks but i'm still sad nothing you can do about it, gonna be a horrible person now and then you just get upset and frustrated that you aren't helping me and it's like hello not my fault i'm sorry if i have problems that i wanted to talk to you about and you aren't FIXING ME as if that's all you wanted to do, why cant you just listen and not try to fix me there isn't anything to fix or be fixed in anyone ever and people who think that are dumbasses. why don't people ever just listen anymore instead of trying to make me feel guilty that what they're doing isn't working, i don't want what you are selling i trust you and love you to death so stop stop stop and then i just feel terrible for being angry at someone who only wants to help then i just lose the person in the end so whatever it isn't a big deal it's not like it will change but oh wait

alcatraz

"yeah and it favors violence over sex which is really stupid."

05 August 2009

i care about you/1 2 3

i am just so mad at everyone and in love with everyone tonight why does everyone complain and then like people just dont understand things and then it all gets miscontrued and we get in fights and it is just the stupidest thing ever i hate the internet!!!!!!!! lame lame lame we are all lame and don't you forget it mister. my stomach hurts and my dad nicknamed his russian worker V because his name is vladimir. just be happy everyone just shut the fuck up for once please


in that order!

04 August 2009

jean-dominique bauby

this makes me so fucking sad.

but it is still incredibly beautiful.

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i need to cut my nails D:



And we were lit by kerosene
And we were lit by acetylene
And we walked under neon skies
You know it made me wonder why
Why all the frequencies combine
And form a cleaner, brighter light
And we filled our florescent sails
It led to sodium-scarred wailing weeks
--
lights out for darker skies

03 August 2009

[de]generate

i love retainers so much and i think that yesterday was a pretty good day
edit: i dont really know how i feel right now but whatever it is that picture describes it

text devereaux

Me: i think i was supposed to have an orthodontist appointment today at 9
Dad: look on the fridge and see if it was today
Me: it was the fridge confirms it!
Dad: Damn fridge!

01 August 2009

the big tv


me and julio down by the school yard/animal collective in american eagle

i missed the city. good to have you back kid
edit: i AM a bike messenger

edit part 2: "We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can make for us, which no one can spare us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world." that's proust
guh
edit part 3 final act final fact: my dad is the best person i will ever even know




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