Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Cluster(fuck) of those coool things

I haven't shared any of the cool things I've encountered recently, which is definitely one of my reasons for making this blog to begin with, in a while. So I'll share some of those cool things I've encountered. Also, all of it is from tumblr. Is that good or bad? (*mysteriously*) You decide! (*as if selling a car*) Now to commercials! What?

The word, 'aesthetic.' CHECK IT
aes·thet·ic
adjective
1.
pertaining to a sense of the beautiful.
2.
of or pertaining to the study of the mind and emotions in relation to the sense of beauty.
3.
having a sense of the beautiful; characterized by a love of beauty.
4.
pertaining to, involving, or concerned with pure emotion and sensation as opposed to pureintellectuality.
noun
5.
the philosophical theory or set of principles governing the idea of beauty at a given time and place.
6.
the study of the nature of sensation.

A picture of three wolves, each a different color, clashing with their wolfie jaws.

Sorry, this one is teeny, but it's a line I came up with / like that I've had in my head. It's also the only thing in this post not from tumblr.
Stay mindful of your surroundings, your mind full of surroundings

I like this GIF. Is it inappropriate? Hopefully you answered, "nahh cuz."
This artist! I scrolled through and stared at a lot of his stuff last night. I was really intrigued by his use of ink and watercolor and colors. Look!




A piece of writing I saw:

“You’re sad because you’re sad.

It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical.

Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.

Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.

Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.

My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you’re trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,

and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside you head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;

or else we all are.”
— Margaret Atwood, “A Sad Child” 

Saturday, June 28, 2014

an update (wowow!)

Hello!

T Y P I N G  F R O M  P O R T LA N D~ I've officially moved and begun this chapter, and ahh! I've had very close to no bad vibes at all since I've been here and I think that's pretty rad. (Side-note: please maim my hands in some grotesquely creative fashion for concluding that using the word rad was ever a good idea. It seems right now but I have this feeling it's ickiness will haunt me sooooon?) I'm not really feeling another travel post so I'll summarize my second trek to Portland right here: Montana is vast, vast, vast and full of deer and folk-y accents and forests and (at least half of the time) lotsa fuckin' snow. South Dakota basically just, like, wishes it could be Montana. The rest of the states I went through were either kinda regular or unable to wake my road-trip slumber. 

Whew! Alright, onward. Actually no, backward.. yikes sorry? But the week leading up to ~moving day~ was much more ACTION PACKED than sitting in a truck for two days. It was my mind so effectively going to actual shit instead of staying in tight, healthy neurons. There was scrambling to say goodbye to people (and figuring out how to process those kind of emotions), deciding which of my possessions and clothes I absolutely needed and packing them into boxes jigsaw-style, handing over my bunny that I've had for yeeears, Wafer, to someone that didn't have to take him across the country and put him in a smaller place than he's used to as I would've, and just straight up preparing to move across the country. Dude that is so much.  It was a lot. The day we were going back and forth between the moving truck and the house loading boxes/furniture, I spent about three hours under the impression our two cats had escaped the house and were lost (nope. just well hidden in the basement from the confusing process of a move). Much sobbing ensued after those three hours, only for hella stress of similar origin to revisit the next morning when one was hidden somewhere in our house for another hour and a half. I mean, gawd, this whole process was one damn stressful thing after the other. I wouldn't think it too hard to imagine what a relief just walking around the new apartment was. This whole thing was something I've been anticipating, imagining, talking about, and planning for months now.

I've already gone on for too long about my feeeeeelings and shit on moving, so another lightning-round-style summary of things is in order, I think. So here.

  1. I'm loving the way you can wear whatever your kawaii ass heart is capable of dreaming up in this hood. It seems like something pretty minute but sista let me tell you...it feels great. Not only is it cool to style yourself how you wanna, but it's easier than ever. The number of places to buy any kind of clothing, used and therefore for under $20 at most, is a thing of beauty.
  2. I'm working on cutting out animal products from my what I eat, which has been challenging-ish for me. I haven't been a meat eater since I was a lil kiddo, but the whole veganism thing is a DIFFERENT ANIMAL (HA OH GOD PUNZ) entirely. Being in such a progressive city helps so much. But I like feeling like I'm just real conscious of what I'm eating.
  3. I've been very happy here, I've enjoyed dressing up in my favorite clothes and navigating the transit system to spend time downtown sipping coffee/drawing/reading. 
  4. I hope to do some art and upload it.
  5. I have a goal of learning as many Beatles songs on my cello as possible in my spare time to practice translating music to instruments it's not often written for.
  6. I've been applying for part-time work at a bunch of different pet stores.
Vibes are solid lately, homez. I hope the same is happening for you. 

Saturday, May 10, 2014

LET'S JUST SUMMARIZE THIS WORK AS NIGHT-THEMED PROSE.

His words were moon light
so She napped until it was
half past recovered

my world is moon light
not looking forward tonight
I look back
filled with scratches on my arms
where my cat been
since momma left home
all the right ones
disappear
just like i feared
it’s by myself
when I figure it out
it's by myself

i just want a summer hot like my skin tone.
bed warm
like hungry children
hungry dying in third wheel
cut rate pornos
keep breakfast close
like my death notes
grades going down
oh no, okay
well fuck U.C.L.anyway

Bent your knees to look below
hello
cutting crystals
down from an aspirin-lover's sky
favorite toy
we spell out trouble

You can stay here,
You'll be safe until morning.
You get hotter every summer day.
Oh moon, you overdosed last Thursday
on too much screen time.
Among your transgressions was lying,
a deep lie she told to foggy parents.
She's strange and full of light that
like acid
burns
she likes the feel of acid
it burns