1. I still take eggs from the carton at random to annoy a boyfriend I broke up with two years ago and have barely seen since.
2. I step on all the cracks and always have. In case the world falls apart at the seams, maybe my footsteps will somehow hold it together at the cracks.
3. Coffee tastes better when you put the cream in the cup before you pour the coffee. Mixing cream in after you pour isn't the same.
4. Money comes and money goes. It's not even a real thing. Sometimes all you can do is laugh about your life.
5. I see a practitioner of traditional chinese medicine mostly so that I can refer to 'my herbalist.' She keeps me in tinctures that come in small glass bottles, I take them morning and night.
Friday, 30 November 2012
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
at your request
Once we said that everything lands perfectly and I'm asking every god I've ever met for that to be true.
I'm dreaming these days of losing everything I know and selling cable knit sweaters in a well-decorated store for the rest of time. Read books in the afternoons, scrounge money for yoga, burn candles and time, travel for six months a year.
Meanwhile I'm skidding along a gravel road, dragging and bumping through real problems that I've never really had before. I'm closing my eyes and forgetting and dreaming of alternate reality that doesn't speak to who I actually might be at all.
I just want to turn off time and reality for a second and turn off feelings, too. I never want to grow up.
I'm dreaming these days of losing everything I know and selling cable knit sweaters in a well-decorated store for the rest of time. Read books in the afternoons, scrounge money for yoga, burn candles and time, travel for six months a year.
Meanwhile I'm skidding along a gravel road, dragging and bumping through real problems that I've never really had before. I'm closing my eyes and forgetting and dreaming of alternate reality that doesn't speak to who I actually might be at all.
I just want to turn off time and reality for a second and turn off feelings, too. I never want to grow up.
Saturday, 10 November 2012
careful of the vast landscape
There's some sort of certain completeness that we're all not sure we're looking for almost all of the time. It's a half-way all-the-time type of feeling, rightfully right like slotting your puzzle self into its place. Click your shoulders back, straighten your spine, smooth your hair, cock your head to the side. We're ambiguous at best and probably lost if it gets any worse, marching into place and in place.
I guess what I'm saying (I never know what I'm saying) is that there's a sense that everything might make sense. Somehow we're looking for something to be sure about and meanwhile we're just not sure what that might be. You might say it's a beautiful wonder and a beautiful wander, too, but I think sometimes I'd prefer illumination to beauty. Turn on the floodlights, universe. I can't complain about the wait (it hasn't been long) but I'm getting tired of searching and getting tired of feeling like I should be searching, too.
I guess what I'm saying (I never know what I'm saying) is that there's a sense that everything might make sense. Somehow we're looking for something to be sure about and meanwhile we're just not sure what that might be. You might say it's a beautiful wonder and a beautiful wander, too, but I think sometimes I'd prefer illumination to beauty. Turn on the floodlights, universe. I can't complain about the wait (it hasn't been long) but I'm getting tired of searching and getting tired of feeling like I should be searching, too.
Monday, 29 October 2012
height five
It can be shitty being a tall girl in a short girl's world. Height isn't feminine, you can't be tiny and adorable if you're tall. Height is associated with masculinity, something most of us feminine-identifiers shy away from, something that the boys we're into shy away from too.
Someone on the internet said once that tall girls don't get to do cute, and I think that's true. Sure, we can be striking, imposing, ferociously beautiful, but cute? Incongruous and impossible.
We have a lot presence, us tall girls. It's about handling physical might with grace and strength rather than slouched shoulders and a desperate attempt to be more like our friends around us.
The creative director of J.Crew, Jenna Lyons, is an absolutely legendary figure for the rest of us fashion-y tall girls. She's 6'5 in heels and wears what the fuck she wants. Her dark framed glasses match mine, but her impeccable sense of style outpaces my own by far. She's been at J.Crew for 22 years, and in many ways has made the brand what it is today. Nymag.com sums up the J.Crew look as "nothing too tight, too short, too synthetic." Dream of dreams.
Lyons wears striped t-shirts with gold sequined trousers and perfect fuchsia lipstick. She pairs mens shirts - unbuttoned to the sternum - with khaki pants and manolos. She never shies away from heels, despite being taller than many NBA players while wearing them. She ties her hair back and wears almost no make-up. She twists femininity into severity, twists severity into laid-back, twists laid-back into high-fashion. I adore her.
More than just a fashion icon, though, Lyons (pronounced lions, awesome) makes it okay to be tall. She struts instead of shrinking and doesn't overfeminize in an attempt to compensate. She makes me feel okay about my 5'11-ness, and that is something I'm incredibly grateful for.
Someone on the internet said once that tall girls don't get to do cute, and I think that's true. Sure, we can be striking, imposing, ferociously beautiful, but cute? Incongruous and impossible.
We have a lot presence, us tall girls. It's about handling physical might with grace and strength rather than slouched shoulders and a desperate attempt to be more like our friends around us.
The creative director of J.Crew, Jenna Lyons, is an absolutely legendary figure for the rest of us fashion-y tall girls. She's 6'5 in heels and wears what the fuck she wants. Her dark framed glasses match mine, but her impeccable sense of style outpaces my own by far. She's been at J.Crew for 22 years, and in many ways has made the brand what it is today. Nymag.com sums up the J.Crew look as "nothing too tight, too short, too synthetic." Dream of dreams.
Lyons wears striped t-shirts with gold sequined trousers and perfect fuchsia lipstick. She pairs mens shirts - unbuttoned to the sternum - with khaki pants and manolos. She never shies away from heels, despite being taller than many NBA players while wearing them. She ties her hair back and wears almost no make-up. She twists femininity into severity, twists severity into laid-back, twists laid-back into high-fashion. I adore her.
More than just a fashion icon, though, Lyons (pronounced lions, awesome) makes it okay to be tall. She struts instead of shrinking and doesn't overfeminize in an attempt to compensate. She makes me feel okay about my 5'11-ness, and that is something I'm incredibly grateful for.
Saturday, 27 October 2012
interiosity
Today's a soft cloud, I'm not sure where I even am inside of it. Finding the edges of my consciousness seems impossible, I'm drifting across smiles and foggy interiors.
It's endless in here, such a strange and vast sky. I can't see where the clouds meet the water in the horizon of my mind, everything is blurring into a faint and warm grey.
I cry too easily, I take rejection poorly. I know a lot about myself and hardly anything about anything else. I'm distracted by my thoughts before I even get out of my own head.
Someone tells someone else that the first person thinks this of the second and that someone else discussed it with the other person. There's nothing there, so we hear. Sometimes we need to hear and sometimes I'm not sure that we do. Talk is cyclical, I forget anybody would bother with me.
It's endless in here, such a strange and vast sky. I can't see where the clouds meet the water in the horizon of my mind, everything is blurring into a faint and warm grey.
I cry too easily, I take rejection poorly. I know a lot about myself and hardly anything about anything else. I'm distracted by my thoughts before I even get out of my own head.
Someone tells someone else that the first person thinks this of the second and that someone else discussed it with the other person. There's nothing there, so we hear. Sometimes we need to hear and sometimes I'm not sure that we do. Talk is cyclical, I forget anybody would bother with me.
Wednesday, 24 October 2012
Sunday, 21 October 2012
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