Miscellania

I created a new blog for clothing related junk. It was just bothering me that I wanted to post about what I'm wearing/wish I was wearing/etc but I wanted this blog to be what's actually on my mind and not my body. Go figure. Here it is: Old Soul There's not much there now but I hope to post a lot in the next couple of days, and then a lot more into fall! Oh, and when I get my film developed I will probably post most of it there because a lot of it has to do with clothes. Enjoy my friends!

After receiving your letter, I tried to tear it up in anger, & my hand ripped right in two. Soggy stitches sewn and sealed these paper cuts may never heal.

Ideas are brewing. Stew is always better the day after. Goodnight, more later.

So as made a bit obvious by the two poems I posted late last night, or early this morning depending on how you see it, I've broken through my writer's block finally and I've gained a recent interest in writing poetry. This blog will hopefully become a place where I post most of what I write so that I can avoid getting writer's block again. I'll still post sometimes about fashion or things on my mind, rants, pictures, stories, etc. Today was a really nice day. I recently redid my bedroom, that is my mother and brother recently did essentially. While I was in Cape Cod they painted my furniture, my walls, bought me a new bedspread, made me curtains, and plenty more. It looks fantastic. I have an old map my dad gave me. It's pretty cool, it has the Soviet Union on it. I have seven rolls of film to get developed. My mom bought me a macbookPRO and Itouch for my birthday but I need the computer for school so I'll be using that shortly. I bought 600 thread count she...

The trees reach their branches out to me as I walk beneath them they say, Be a woman Be elegant The sun spits when it talks, streams of gold carry me messages it calls to me, Be a child Be innocent My memory blows bubbles, they're filled with your secrets and our handshakes They tell me, Be a friend Be loyal There's stories sewn into your sheets, tangled in them and you they read, Be a lover Be vulnerable The sharpener screams in a low, grinding voice as it readies my tool, 21st century spear sharpening. It shrieks, Be a student Be ambitious Old VHS tapes and photo albums provide proof of a past I was too young to recall, they insist Be a daughter, Be reputable My reflection peers at me, It sneers, demands Be yourself Be free Pressure fills my ears as if I've swam too deep underwater. Well, it's safe to say I'm in over my head.

Do your bones creak and ache in the morning as your origami feet fold to meet the floor when you get out of bed, like mine do? How is it when you brush your wood stained curls off of your flower petal skin, sweet like honey but soft like the underside of maple leaves in July? I wonder if the strings and seams of your cotton and denim recognize their fortune as they form to fit you, perfectly. & if the muscle and bones 'neath your skin are grateful to be yours, as you tuck my hair behind my ear. I want to play astronomer, and map constellations out of the freckles that spill over your cheeks and nose like sprinkles atop a soft serve ice cream cone. Do the vibrations waving through your vocal chords, this phonetic group of butterflies making their way through your parted teeth and lips, and into my nervous stomach know that they turn the marrow in my knees to gelatin? I frequently ask myself these questions, when we're driving and I...

Everything is a series of balance beams and scales, a delicate balance must be met or things just won't work out. It's not that I want things to be easier, I just don't want them to be so unnecessarily complicated. I don't have the patience, energy, or time to spend trying to master all the different balances that are all completely exclusive from one another yet easily effected by each other. Does that make any sense?

The bananas had brown spots the day you returned. Battered and bruised the way that you left us.

Riding in a car with peg people from the board game, life. Gender simplified to blue and pink. Everything is saturated in sunlight and I am happy.

there is a cute shirtless boy reading a book about bob dylan next to me on the beach. Why do vacations always end so soon?

Sam just said someone that was wearing socks and sandals was cute. Hi my name is Peelz and I'm eating dairy queen..and i'm lactose intolerant!

Cat got your boogers? i'm in cape cod with Sam for the week and we're going to sleep now, at 9pm. We're free stylin about boogers. I'll post tomorrow. l8er, M

Here's what's been going on, bitches. I bought some new bathing suits at Macy's today. I was in desperate need of new ones as I leave for Cape Cod with Samantha and her family Saturday morning. My mother and I hit up Marshall's and A.J. Wright (A.K.A Ghetto Marshall's, as if Marshall's isn't ghetto enough already..) but to no avail. I know it's a little late to be buying bathing suits but it's such a grueling process anyway, who can blame me for procrastinating? Anyways, I managed to find two that I actually like, so I was satisfied. I've been busy lately, trying to get my read on (Sylvia Plath's, The Bell Jar) as well as writing more poetry, but I've had this mental block pretty much all summer. Recently, I've really been into top knots, oxford shirts, pinstripes, semi Victorian-esque things, etc: (Top knots) (Gimme doz Oxford shoes) (Pinstripes, ya heard?) (Dreamy. No further explanation necessary.) Also, I'm in the process of p...

streetlit walking, racing our shadows. adjective, sound effect. L8er!

Things have been very good lately. The past couple of weeks have been a blur of fun times and lessons learned. I've bought a lot of really interesting things to wear, decorate my room with, or read. I've been spending my time with all the people in my life that I love spending time with. I've had some weird, unsettling experiences with relationships and the connections I have with people and the associations they make that effect how they treat me and our relationship. It's all very complicated and it's not all very good but I feel like I've grown up more in the past two months than I have in the past year. I don't know about you, but I'm enjoying myself.