Sunday 29 January 2012
Wednesday 25 January 2012
9; i was feeling rather bitter
When you were
a child, you collected snails in buckets. You slipped them into your pockets
and in your school bag because you loved them and they were in danger of being
crushed, just lying about like that.
You were late for school every
day that it rained. You used to walk very slowly those days, very carefully, so
you were not to step on any of the worms that would sprawl their little pink
bodies on the sidewalks on those most moist of days.
You used to pick flowers by the
playground. You used to scrape your knees. You used to lean your head against
the window in the backseat of your father’s old car and wonder how the moon was
able to follow you home like that.
You used to be fresh and raw and
honest and now you’re just bitter and grown-up and you don’t look out for the snails
or the worms anymore. You’re seventeen and you’ve already died of old age.
It all starts when you stop
looking for insects. It all starts in high school. You think you’re aware but
you’re wrong.
Your eye sight gets worse. You
don’t see the worms anymore, just puddles, and you work your way around them,
so that you don’t get your shoes wet.
You don’t cry as much. Snails
become a French delicacy. You learn to say ‘snails’ in French and it sounds
eloquent and pretty.
You begin listening to music
that sounds how you want to feel. It sounds heavy and alive and it sounds like its
moving and you can feel it traveling through your veins. You watch the same
movie with a different title. You stick mascara to your once feathery lashes
and you watch them clump together. You cheer at sporting events-the kind that
used to remind you of war. You don’t pluck petals for fortunes, they won’t tell
you if he loves you or loves you not. You can’t do cartwheels
anymore. Your parents stop carrying you
from the car to your bed when you fall asleep.
You go to the gym to work out.
You dress down for Halloween. You straighten your hair and yourself. You go out
with a boy and you kiss and you expect butterflies but you get caterpillars
instead and you let them bite at your leaves.
You do all that because
everybody else is doing it and they seem to be okay. You do all that because it
seems right and because you can’t get away with hoarding snails anymore.
That’s what high-school does to
you, it rips the truth that you’ve sewn into your mind. They tell you that
they’re teaching you, but you’re forgetting everything that you’ve ever known.
You’re there, but you’re dust.
You litter the hallways with all the other bodies. You are a number. You are
everybody and nobody at the same time. You are hollow and filled to the brim. You are undecided and you left your instinct
in your kindergarten cubby along with your innocence and your toothy smile.
You begin to hear new words that
make you sad because their meanings are malicious and claw at your clothes.
Everything wants to hurt you and you just want to be a passer-by.
Time passes and you begin saying
those words. They spew out of your mouth like a toxin. You spit poison. You
breathe sin. It feels normal, but you
stopped using that word a long time ago because you don’t really know what it
means anymore.
“That’s normal,” they say.
You feel sad and that’s normal. You feel happy and that’s normal.
You feel sad as hell and that’s normal and you’re hormonal.
Adults like excuses, and for
some reason, they think you do too. They quit the kind-talk once your limbs
begin stretching and your school bag gets heavier. They question your future.
They question your studies.
You learn how to exaggerate
because as much as you think you know
what you want to do in the future, you don’t know anything at all.
You toy with the idea of asking
the flowers but you learn that the flowers are as naïve as you are.
You learn to tilt your head up
and blink very fast to prevent tears.
You learn that you are alone.
You learn that it’s unfair. You learn that the wallpaper is a safe place to be.
You learn that you’re a clone
and you hope that one day, a little girl will come across you and neatly rest
you in her bucket.
Tuesday 24 January 2012
8; things that i love
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1. fifi lapin ipod/iphone case: ugh this is just the most adorable thing. it's part of an online project where modern artists are collaborating with iconemesis. more information here!
2. margaret atwood's 'the handmaid's tale': i just started reading this gem a few days ago as one of my teachers compared my writing style to hers (which is quite the compliment!). the book is incredible. really. it's like 1984 from a feminist's approach. it's wonderful.
(i found my copy at a tiny toronto bookstore where the owner was an elderly little man that said things like 'righty-o!' i think it makes it more special.)
3. wishwishwish.net: i recently stumbled upon what is now one of my favourite fashion blogs. wishwishwish.net! Carrie's lovely! And her clothes! Swoon!
4. bow front cloche by topshop: i have this new obsession with hats. i don't know why. i just love them. this one is particularly nice.
5. the kills album, 'blood pressures': this album is perfect driving music and i've had it playing on repeat for the past week or so (though 'midnight bloom' is still my favourite kills album). i can't wait to see them live on the 7th!
listen.
6. natasha barnes' art: i particularly adore the picture above, it's 'crimson poppies ii.' check out her website!
7;
i've started drinking coffee and i don't know if that's a good thing.
sam pointed out that i am now truly living the life of an artist but the only life i'm really living right now is that of a student. which explains the coffee.
on the plus side, i was out shopping with a few friends the other day and i came across this pretty thing:
i love the detailing. the dress comes just short of my knees. it's a twirl-about-alone-in-your-bedroom kind of dress.
sam pointed out that i am now truly living the life of an artist but the only life i'm really living right now is that of a student. which explains the coffee.
on the plus side, i was out shopping with a few friends the other day and i came across this pretty thing:
i love the detailing. the dress comes just short of my knees. it's a twirl-about-alone-in-your-bedroom kind of dress.
Thursday 19 January 2012
6;
i am the girl with her head in the clouds.
it's snowing and i don't know why. i made the clouds a compromise, 'i'll give you privacy if you give me sunshine.' but all they seemed to give me left me drying on a silver wire.
Wednesday 18 January 2012
5;
my eyes are really puffy. i'm feeling more and more ill and less and less motivated to do any school work which is a big problem considering the fact that my finals are due monday.
but it's on with alexa chung re-runs have been on and alexa is my home-girl so why am i even whining about getting school work done when alexa chung is on tv, i don't.
but it's on with alexa chung re-runs have been on and alexa is my home-girl so why am i even whining about getting school work done when alexa chung is on tv, i don't.
this is why i love alexa chung:
but also, this is why i love alexa chung:
Tuesday 17 January 2012
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