Sunday, December 2, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Untitled
“All of us take pride and pleasure in the fact that we are unique, but I'm afraid that when all is said and done the police are right: it all comes down to fingerprints.”
― David Sedaris, Holidays on Ice
Thursday, November 1, 2012
The Hardest Thing
The hardest thing is when the people you love the most do not hold the same hope as you.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
little poem today
I printed this out on watercolor paper with a little painting and I'm CRAZY STOKED about it.
(for Emilie...there is a secret note on the back)
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Sunday Nostalgia
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Why Say Anything is the best movie ever.
Probably, because it says things like this:
No.
You're shaking.
I don't think so.
You're cold.
'Dad, do you know what he did the first time I went out with him? We were walking across that 7-11, and he pointed out some glass to walk around. And I always think of that when people ask me what I'm doing with Lloyd Dobler. And I never get nervous around him. So we started spending all this time together, as friends. But I could feel him getting anxious. And then, I knew there would be a confrontation over getting physical. And he started to get that look the other night. You know that look? And then, you know its gonna be an issue, so I went thru all the different feelings and arguments you're supposed to go thru.'
'Did he get rough?'
'Dad, no. But I didn't want any problems. So I decided not to sleep with him.
But then I attacked him anyway.'
No. You just described every great success story.'
I want to get hurt!'
It reminded me a bit of 500 Days of Summer, the difference was just the ending, but if Say Anything had ended with Lloyd and Diane splitting up and going their separate ways - that would have been fine too. I mean, what if when they got to England they broke up and Diane met a British man in a bookstore who had glasses and bad teeth, and wore argyle sweater vests sometimes? That ending might have happened. It didn't, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that they met, they made out, they fell in love, and when that's all patched and slapped together it made a damn good picture.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
el oh vee ee
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Adult Things
I was mad at Time, as people so often are,
Whether he stays too long, or leaves too soon.
His critics form a useless assembly line,
I got in line.
I was mad, because Time had brought us to this point.
I felt that he had tricked us,
he makes it seem so bright to grow with someone.
It seemed that I had been running to a point on his line,
expecting the light to get brighter.
So I took you along.
I wanted us both to go towards the exciting point,
the point on Time's line that reads "future".
I was mad, because you never really reach that point,
The point does not exist.
We had reached the point called "Adult Things".
I was mad, because we have to start being older now.
There is no going back to problem-fixing kisses,
we have to be older now.
"There are gonna be some bad weeks Ellie, but there are gonna so many good weeks."
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
An Ode to Brothers
So anyways in regards to the title, a friend of mine has been bugging me about it for awhile now and it's about time I gave the guys in my life some credit...for dealing with this:
Thank you.
I'm sorry for the yelling, and the punching, and the crying, and the swearing, and the indecisiveness. I really love you all a lot. If you're not in a picture, it's because we don't have one, and that's ridiculous.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Untitled
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Big Talk
I want to talk about big things, let's talk, how about some big talk?
Do you speak another language? Where is your favorite place to be? Do you like people or do you like to be alone? Why did you start a conversation with me? Did you assume I was interesting? Was it because you thought I was pretty? Intelligent? Probably not the intelligence one. Are you happy? Really happy? Are you in love? Do they love you too? Do you usually have good dreams or nightmares? Do you like boys or girls? Both? Do you believe in a god? How many gods?
That's what I want to know, big things.
“How do you know?”
“Because for women moonlight is the hardest light of all.”
“Am I nice in the moonlight?”
“You are the loveliest thing that I have ever known.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Short Stories
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
ecSTATIC.
All of them.
Dad: Well, I've got some bad news sweetheart.
Okay. Uh-oh. He's talking with his hands.
It looks like your hard drive crashed.
It looks like? What does that even mean? Bad news, bad, bad news.
El, your computer died. This probably happens to one in every twenty hard drives, sometimes things just break. It is odd though, because, well because, this was a fairly new one - probably a year and a half. That's right, I installed this one about 20 months ago. Hm. Not too old.
HMM. Okay.
{Then mom walked in} Oh! Sorry to hear about your computer, lovely.
Why? Dad can fix it. Dad can fix it, right? You fix everything.
Afraid not, sweetheart.
So all my things are gone. All my pictures?
Whatever was on that computer, yeah.
I cried for awhile, because it really sucked. It didn't suck so much after someone I love came over and reminded me that I have a crazy-good life and things could be a lot worse.
So instead of moping about this, and wallowing in self-pity {which is a talent of mine, actually} I'm going to take NEW pictures of my crazy-good life.
I'm going to take all the pictures of all the places and all the people that make life so crazy-good.
I'm going to do new things and the new pictures I take will be what I've become because of all the old pictures, and because of all the awful things like this that happen, and because of people that pick you up and brush off the dirt and give you band-aids for your stupid bloody knees. I don't think I'm making a lot of sense right now. I'm HIGH ON LIFE. It's fine.
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Miserable, but not really.
I think I'd rather be miserable than be nothing at all.
“She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see except standing there, leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.”— J.D Salinger
Monday, February 6, 2012
Yeah, alright.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Don't let me know.
I'm young. I should act my age. I still have time. I'm still figuring everything out.
{I'm not sure of this is really making sense even, but that's okay too. I had to try it, to try and say what's been clawing the inside of my head and making the back of my eyes itch.}
"That's impossible." "Shit, nothing's impossible."
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Memorized
There's a point when you know someone so well that you've memorized them completely. Upon observation, there are no surprises about them - only acquaintance. You've memorized the contours of their face, and the way their hair sits, you can translate every wrinkle in their expression; you know the emotions packaged into every sigh, laugh, and tilted grin. You can find their hand effortlessly, and slip yours into it without looking. You can hear their voice in your head when you read notes from them, and you can smell them when they're gone.
It doesn't really make sense, but, it doesn't really have to.
I always see more shooting stars than you, but when you miss them it's usually because you were looking at me - and that's a good way to miss a star.
"Humans are born with drives; We all have the drives to eat, to sleep, to connect. People want to understand and be understood. You shouldn't understand everything, not everything should make sense, or you lose that drive."
- Stephen Van Orden
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Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Star Valley
My aunt used to own a cabin in the rustic and pastoral Star Valley, Wyoming. Every summer she would take her two kids, along with my sister and me, to stay there for a few days. As the trips became ritual I started to take them for granted, but I will never forget my final visit there. The ride to Star Valley takes 5 hours. It is one of my favorite drives: going from suburbs, to highways, to winding country roads, and finally jostling up the dusty pebbled stretch of land that leads to the cabin on a hill. I stepped out of the car with my sleepy legs, trying to take in the vaguely familiar landscape, and shake the daze of a long car ride; I felt like a wobbly, callow lamb.
We spent the afternoon unpacking and the night eating Cup-o-Noodles in front of the television until exhaustion got the best of us. My, cousin, sister, and I passed out, all sprawled across the couch like ragdolls. Looking back, I now ask myself; why was I about to waste a night in Star Valley? Why would anyone rot in front of a television with so much unexplored earth lying all around? In order to chasten me for my crimes against nature, the universe decided to wake me up at a ridiculously early hour. I still am without a precise explanation as to why I jolted awake when it was still dark outside, and why I slipped out onto the front porch while still dreadfully foggy-headed. I considered going inside when my feet froze on the crimson porch stones that were fiery hot just the day before, but in my sleepy stupor I meandered to the bench overlooking the valley.
Sitting there on the dew-dampened wood, I surveyed the valley. It was a different place at night, with oceans of shadow filling up the vast spaces where spritely fields of grass reside in the daylight. The pulsating sounds of crickets and frogs rang in my ears. Then all at once, the eerie hush of night turned into the cool calm of morning. The black and navy silhouettes of pine trees began to pale into green, and the sky jaundiced. It was that time just before the sun comes out: an instant of perfect stillness.
This was the reason I woke up: for the moment right before the light and just after the dark. There was nothing inside of me but a fervent conviction that day would come. Just as gently as night fell, day materialized. It is a miracle and a mystery that the inky, looming shapes of the dark become the daylight’s masterpiece. This phenomenal display of nature has stayed with me, as a reminder that the day will always win.
Oh Mrs. V, you make me do things I like to actually keep. Screw calculus.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Nonsense, really.
I'm always scared of happiness. I don't like slipping into a good mood, or letting myself be happy {even if I really should be}. Being miserable is easy, though - I'm not afraid of it. I'm not worried that someone will storm in and tear down my fort stacked with heavy books and gray sheets of sad, or distract me from deliberate depression, or interrupt my expert wallowing. No, those ideas don't scare me. It's laughter, and joy, and "I love you's" that you have to be careful with. Those are tricky, because losing them is scary. I'm not afraid of losing a bad day, but being happy - happiness in general - happiness is terrifying.
And you'd say "the perfect getaway is just what we needed."
But oh man when we got there, not a hotel in town, not room to spare.
Do you remember driving home that night?
We sang our favorite songs along the radio.
And it was heaven being by your side -
We made the most of every chance we had alone.
And dimples, are dangerous as H-E-double hockey sticks.