Animal Dreams

"What you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all." -Barbara Kingsolver

I love how honest the guy who creates tales of mere existence is.

Silly fun cover.

New Diet. Day 2.

I'm going Heavy on the veggies and I'm cutting out meat and dairy! Or at least rarely having dairy.
I made my dad make me a giant pot of borsch to help start me off and keep me on track and mmmmmmm.
SO GOOD.

Although I can`t have sour cream on it, or I'm wiling myself not too.
But as my dad says "Borsch without sour cream is like a day without sunshine"

Ukelele and green tea? My kind of friday night.

Especially after a looong day of shopping. is it just me or are shopping malls bad for the soul?
I swear just being in any mall drains all my energy. It's just bad vibes and exhausting all around. Not to mention overhead lighting is dizzy and meant to make you feel bad about yourself.

Cheers to my best friend Jacquelynn.

Not going to lie...feel totally special that I'm your maid of honor. HEARTS <3

I want to go to an Art gallery....

Jean Micheal Basquait

Yue Min Jun

James Ensor

Emil Nolde

My Natal Chart. Sagitarius sun, Taurus moon, Scorpio Ascendent

I am addicted to spoken word poetry lately.

This poem about his mother is so beautiful and true.

Chet Zar

Just rewatched this film. Really thought provoking.

I haven't seen too many around lately. Things have been tough lately for dreamers. They say dreaming is dead, no one does it anymore. It's not dead it's just that it's been forgotten, removed from our language. Nobody teaches it so nobody knows it exists. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. Well, I'm trying to change all that, and I hope you are too. By dreaming, every day. Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it's ever faced, ever. So whatever you do, don't be bored, this is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive. And things are just starting
-The Waking life

I am so in love with Sarah Kay...

I cannot stop listening to her rectite this poem! It really hits home.


"The first love of my life never saw me naked.
There was always a parent coming home in a half hour,
always a little brother in the next room. Always too much body
and not enough time for me to show him.
Instead I gave him my shoulder, my elbow, the bend of my knee.
I lent him my corners, my edges
The parts of me I could afford to offer,
the parts I had long since given up trying to hide.
He never asked for more.
He gave me back his eye lashes, the back of his neck, his palms;
We held each peice we were given like it was a nectarine,
it could bruise if we were not careful.
We collected them like we were trying to build an orchard.
The spaces he never saw, the ones my parents had labelled "private parts"
when I was still small enough to fit all of myself and worries inside a bathtub;
I made up for them by handing over all the private parts of me.
There was no secret I didn't tell him.
There was no moment I didn't share.
We didn't grow up, we grew in like ivy, wrapping. Moulding eachother into
perfect ying and yangs.
We kissed with mouths open; breathing my exhale into his inhale.
We could have survived under water, or outer space
living only off the breath we traded.
We spelled love G.I.V.E
I never wanted to hide my body from him.
If I could have I would've given it all away with the rest of me,
I did not know it was possible to save some things for myself.
Some nights I wake up knowing he is anxious, he is across the world
in another womens arms and the years have spread us like dandelion seeds.
Sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit eachother.
He drinks from the pitcher on the night stand, checks the digital clock.
It's 5 a.m.
He tosses in sheets and tries to settle. I wait for him to sleep before tucking myself into elbows and knees
reaching for things I have long since given away."
-Sarah kay

"Why not? Because I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn't come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them then changed their minds. Forests of boys, their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you, grabbing your breasts, waving their money, eyes already knocking you down, taking what they felt was theirs. (...) It was a play and I knew how it ended, I didn't want to audition for any of the roles. It was no game, no casual thrill. It was three-bullet Russian roulette."
-Janet Fitch (White Oleander)

The Gum Thief

"Just because you were born here and made it through highschool doesn't mean society still can't abort you. Wake up."

I know this is old. But I just love this video and this woman....

Beautiful video. Beautiful poem





Eulogy for you and me

the clock is going to turn back soon the leaves are already changing
we said goodbye for the final time my room needs rearranging
the sidewalks are full of people and leaves we're all turning colours
i want more radiance and less green this season will be my perfect lover
long nights for more dreaming short days to fill real and fast
sweaters for my heart's safe-keeping for my soul's heating through the cold of winter to last

the clock is going to turn back soon i've an eye upon its fixtures
the wall waits patiently for the sun's first rays and the day no one's there to witness
we gave it a go no i guess we can't exist in this
i'm going to celebrate the new year with all the good witches
little chocolate bars are for little kids i want a cauldron and the nourishment that comes with it
we gave it a good go, no i guess we can't fix it
and clocks and hearts and time keeps going but we didn't

the clock tick tocks and i walk alone like i am used to
i wanted to call your bones home but i didn't get to
your shoulder a stop over and i guess i had to
i was lonely from no love and you showed me what it could do
you showed me what i would do when i had some but it is not to be with you
and i've been sad enough and i've been mad some but what good does that do
the leaves are not upset that they're leaving their branches
things change, time passes, death happens
and what happened surely changed me
and the hereafter is full of sadness that is raw and so also sweet
'cause every time a cold heart thaws it send a river of tears to nourish the ground on the way
to the sea

i bow my head to praise and remember this
look up again to greet my day
this is a eulogy for you and me i won't forget
still i'll let go just the same

-Tanya Davis

Adbusters

4 Martinis later and I still can't get over the election results....

Maybe some people think it's silly or pointless to stress about politics because apathy is really hip or whatever. However, I cannot get over the fact that conservative won majority. At the very least, I expected a minority goverment.
WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE LIVE IN THIS COUNTRY? How can anyone support a governemtn who cares so little for the common man, elderly, the poor. A government who favours oil companies and foreign investment over better health care and social programs.
A government who models themselves after the U.S. It's like the only argument people have is lowering taxes and recognition. WE NEED CHAHGE.
And the man himself is a self centred, egotistical prick! Personality should count, this is the man that is representing our country and he's doing a shitty job.
I just....
*sigh
I'm just ranting I know. but what else am I supppsed to use this stupid blog for? I don't even know.

Yeah.

Good day.

Rainy days are my favourite.