had a good listen while delivering pizzas last night and wasn't a fan

from Sounds Passing Through Sudden Rightnesses:
- i love how Amanda and i can manage not to talk to each other for a month, totally by accident, and then converse as if no time has passed, finding each other, as always, uniquely hilarious.
- i love singing in my car at the top of my lungs, because that's what cars are for and that's what songs are for and it all just perfectly fits
- i love how all the writers/artists/creators i love; Jane Espenson, Joss Whedon, Jacob the Recapper, John Green, end up connected to and inspired by each other in ways i never dreamed, which in turn inspires me. also, all of them have J-names, and what's up with that?
- i love wearing my Missing Piece around my neck and my dad's high school ring on my finger every day, because i'm telling you who i am and where i come from without even saying a word, and no one really seems to notice, until they do. which is how getting to know someone always works.
- i love making my sister laugh, because i have to earn it.
- i love that when i have Big News and i have to call my best friends, my mom is on that list.
- i love intricately structured narratives.
- i love the thin rim of blue around my mostly green eyes.
- i love loving things to death; wearing holes in the canvas of my Converse, dog-earing my favorite pages of books, knowing lines of movies so well I can quote along with them as I watch.
- i love how i've finally found my passion and a bliss to follow; how taking classes in my majors just sets my brain on fire.
- i love connecting with strangers over a mutual love, and how at the end of the conversation you're not strangers anymore.

& from BabyFreakingPorridge:
- i want to know everything there is to know about physics, so i can hate it with a basis. i don’t want to hate inertia and The Law of Perpetual Transmutation of Energy just because i’m a blind man in sheep’s clothing and every pretty girl in my generation claims to hate physics.
- and on the topic of being blind, i want to date a blind man and kiss his eyelids in the park.
i want to describe the children’s expressions to him in terms of feeling,
like the little girl chasing after the duck has the face you get when you first turn on the shower and the water spews out in a cold fury.
- i want to hold my fourteen-year-old-self by the wrists and apologise for ever thinking that self-worth could only be attained through being with someone, as if wearing the suffix of ‘girlfriend’ was the only job title worthy of mention.
i want to apologise to her for refusing to know better and for thinking that conviction and the occasional wit weren’t enough to define me.
- i want to make eye-contact with a pale red-haired girl at the station to ask for the time just because I want to hear her accent. she’ll say, “It’s five twenty-three forever,” because her watch is actually dead and her grandfather smashed this very watch on a rock the moment he died.
i wont ask about the circumstance even though i want to, so instead i might tell her that i was born out of wedlock. and we’ll plough on for the rest of the day, keeping someone else’s secret as if to take a break from our own.
- for only a night, i want to be the wife of a man who comes home with someone else’s lipstick stains on his collar and someone else’s scent on his skin because i want to know what being a martyr feels like.
i want to know what it’s like to make a perfect roast dinner with buttered potatoes while the world crumbles and the children think that their biggest concern is that Rochelle is having an ice-skating party and they are not invited. i want to learn how to suffer gracefully, only giving myself three minutes in the shower everyday to cry.
- i want to cut my hair really short and move to Spain and live in a small apartment in a small town with a name i can’t pronounce.
i want to wear dresses for everything, from grocery shopping to watching bulls run around in a ring with a matador. and at least once, i’d have the liberty of knowing what it’s like to be reckless with my youth.
- ultimately, when i read excerpts of my unfinished, auto-biographical manuscript to my grandchildren, i want them to say it sounds like fiction. i want to call myself an artist with no-one else’s consent. i want to be proud of all the loose ends i’ve left untied because yeah, everyone wants to fulfill their prophecy, but who really wants to finish a path laid out by the stars?

& from The Hayleylujah Chorus:
- i love how a line in a poem can strike a part of your brain that you hadn't noticed was asleep before, and you can't rephrase the line or explain why it makes sense, because it's perfect and beautiful in that it says something that's never before been put so well.
- i love driving around with Lor, being able to rely on the comfort and relaxation i've always felt with her, and knowing that her friendship is one solid constant in my life.
- i love the youtube community, and the astounding amount of creativity that comes out of the fiveawesomegirls' Secret Awesome Facebook Thread.
- i love having giggly slumber parties with my grown-up sisters (and sometimes brother-in-law), proving that you can have a law degree and still make jokes about Nickelodeon shows.
- i love when my nails are all long and even and shiny and elegant, so it doesn't even matter what I look like that day, because at least one aspect of my appearance is feminine, pretty, and under my control.
- i love walking past people in rainstorms, and how it makes the whole world feel like the inside of a bookstore: calm, quiet but for soothing white noise, and like everyone around has something in common, despite the fact that we're all choosing to think silently to ourselves instead of talk.
- i love feeling at home with my friends at school, then realizing that i didn't know any of them a year ago. i love thinking about how many other amazing and influential people i'm destined to meet later in life.
- i love having real, adult conversations with my mother, and realizing that i'm becoming more and more like her as i grow up.

- some people can spend eternity with their high school sweethearts, but most people don't find true love before they're fully-formed, independent individuals. i've had plenty of miserable experiences with boys in the past, because neither of us were emotionally ready for healthy relationships yet. i'm not the same person i was a year ago, and i'll probably be a lot different next February, because i'm young, too.
and wouldn't it suck if you met the perfect person now and ended up scaring him away, because you haven't had enough practice?


hopefully the near future will contain the following for me:
= lilac nail polish
= a one-statement-earring spree
= more self-assurance or at least the facade that i am a motivated go-getter; until i've had enough practice at that, and am able to truly own + be able to use that quality for good
= the creation of garments inclusive of upside-down pockets

i think that there is such a wonderful quality to the sound, look & taste of the following words: philosophy, skin, lungs, bblue (yes, two Bs), bank, apocalypse, abacus, sugar, colorado, cellar, immaterial, mea culpa, furnace

i'm absolutely terrifed of the idea of rising water and water levels being constantly (albeit often over great expanses of time) on the move - and now more so than ever. i've been to Venice in Italy - although only when i was five, mind you - but i remember even then being so caught up in the idea that such an interesting and terrifying place could exist. a city atop water. i've never really looked into the history of the place but i think i'd like to..has it always been built above water in that way, or was there originally no canals or water at all ? if not, then how was it built ? to what extent do water levels need to rise to complete eliminate any human life being able to exist there ?
i just find the whole idea of the place so chillingly dangerous and confronting. rising/unpredictable water levels are not something that can be ignored, are they ? or is it only a minor issue that not even Climate Change has great influence on ?

actually..about 70% of my dreams involve a spontaneous and rapid rising of water, come to think of it. i'm nearly always alone or having to fight the influx - often in the form of almost tsunami-like rushes - of water alone. i wonder what that theme of dreams/thought process means to me and within my subconscious.
i also have a *major* fear of deep water - or water that is so murky that the depth and/or footing underneath cannot be identified. i'm not sure if those two aspects(wrong word - what's the term that i'm searching for here?) of water are linked, but even the v thought of either makes me absolutely sick to the stomach. in the latter its mostly to do with not having steady footing in reach or in view while swimming.
for eg., during Schoolies i went on an island cruise and one part of that involved diving in and around coral with just a snorkel and a pair of flippers. there were a few semi-shallow patches of water, but in those the footing was only ever consisting of coral and to stand on those precious specimins was entirely off-limits. i felt so helpless and uneasy, almost forgetting how to swim and continously hyperventilating for almost the entire experience. there was no enjoyment for me.

this song, i find, is such a grower. if your music taste is anything like my own, this song could soon become one of the most powerful ones that you have come across in a long long time.
Leonard Cohen - Marianne:


i was shown this clip the other day. it provided me with a little insight and an altered perception of a band that i would have never otherwise found myself looking into.
Slipknot - Vermillion Part 2:


i can't remember where i came across the following link/article the other day; probably just on a fairly commonly-read fashion blog, i don't know. but how well-said, and how BRILLIANT is the editorial that the images have been sourced from ?!
god i want it in the flesh (well the paper equivalent of that, obviously)..i can tell that it would be a set of images that you could just flick back through, over and over and time and time again with the same shock value and ample if not excessive opportunity for inspiration every. single. time.
magnificent.
oh, and in case its unclear - its in referral to Anna Wintour, Editor-in-Chief of American Vogue.
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