fools among stars

Because I haven't posted in a few days, here's a drawing I did on MS Paint in under eight minutes, titled Fools Among Stars, and the song that was playing while I was making it.

surreal snow and light changes

candles in my room

sunset light in my bedroom & bathroom

Begin Again

I watched this movie last night, and LOVED it!! For many reasons. It's about music, and it's about what music means to you as an individual, and it's about choosing to do your own thing. And the music was really quite fantastic; I certainly never knew Keira Knightley could sing, but her voice is distinct and lovely. The acting was excellent as well - seriously, compare the Mark Ruffalo from, say, 13 Going On 30 to the Mark Ruffalo in this movie. Same actor, completely different characters, and that's what I love about good acting. I love this movie, and the soundtrack, and I'm sure you will, too.

Also, major style inspiration from Keira Knightley.

skin under undershirt

There is something so soft and comforting about wearing your boyfriend's t-shirt, especially when it stills smells like his deodorant, or whatever that is. I'm not even typically romantic, nor do I particularly agree with variants of the phrase: 'Give her your hoodie to wear, and she'll love you forever'. I don't intend to steal your clothes. But if I'm staying the night with you at your friend's house and don't have a change of clothes, I'll gladly accept your undershirt. I will also gladly wear it home. And gladly keep it on the pile of clothes at the end of my bed. It's not that I refuse to give it back. But if I can hold on to it a little longer, and wear it when you're not around, I'm probably not going to give it back. By all means, take it. But I won't hand it to you.

   

Anyway, enough cheeze.

- Have a lil listen to the above tune

- I went in for an interview and got the job on the spot!

- Found the perfect prom dress at the first place I checked woo

- The book I'm reading (Lucid by Adrienne Stoltz & Ron Bass) is pretty lame - I do not recommend.

- I heard chickadee calls this morning and the sun shone and made little rainbows on my wall

doomed and cool

There are some songs or poems that make me ache because I feel a sort of nostalgia as I listen to/read them, even though they are not my experiences at all. Does anyone else ever feel that way?

"Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance." -John Keats

A quote I came across once upon a time and cried of joy at its accuracy to my inward feelings I was never able to pinpoint or put into words. Why is it that the brilliant people I relate to the most, are dead?