Wednesday, November 17, 2010

colour me summer.








i'm in love with the colours of these leaves,
they are magical.


[just let me be part of the wind.]

Monday, November 15, 2010

there.

i deactivated facebook yesterday.
today is day two.
- it actually feels rather relaxing without 
it, like i don't need to worry about anything 
or don't have this constant urge.
although i have still found myself going to 
the facebook page on my phone.
[twice. not too shabby for a addict.]
why you may ask? 
need some time away from all
these technological ties and 
just chill and not have to be all.
ahh. yes i have not very many words these days so there's
a sound for you, instead of trying to  
sit here and try describe
these old and new found feelings.
this is not some 
talk group. so 'ahh.' it is.



also started to clean the ol' room today,
it's that time of the year again.
it's one of those things that before i start i'm
like; 'ah, this is a great idea, clean and
new.'
then half way through,
with the whole contents of my cupboards on my bed,
around my feet, hanging off my shoulders, on chairs and anywhere 
possible, i get the feeling that maybe i shouldn't done this
or at very least i should have started small and 
gone with one draw in my side desk.
yet here i am, 




sitting in clothes and belts hanging from around my arm looking at the messy hole i call a room.




[soph sitting in the best part mess of my room.]

Sunday, November 14, 2010

t y p e.

i w i s h f o r a t y p e w r i t e r .
[o n e t h a t w o r k s . ]




be like a tree.















okay so you've hopefully read this before. if not you've missed out
on a piece of writing beauty.
but don't fret, you can read it now
and wallow in it's delight.




 


1.[matches that my mom used to collect, i keep them next to my bed. in a jar, a large one at that.] 
2.[E E Cummings himself. Google&polaroid.]



A poem by E E Cummings:
I Carry Your Heart With Me.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
                                  i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)







Friday, November 12, 2010

'your heat's a bit of a mess.'







Regina Spektor, a long with a few others, have been my staple
diet for the last few weeks. They make things slightly worse, but in the best kind of way, so that it's almost comforting or better?
that doesn't make much sense, but i know that if you listen to
this song, you'd be able to at least feel how beautiful the song is, if nothing else.
[eet.]
[tst tst.]
--------
It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song.
You can't believe it; you were always singing along.
It was so easy and the words so sweet.
You can't remember; you try to feel the beat.

Bee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-
Eet eet eet.
Ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-
Eet eet eet.

You spend half of your life trying to fall behind.
You're using your headphones to drown out your mind.
It was so easy and the words so sweet.
You can't remember; you try to move your feet.

Ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-
Eet eet eet.
Ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-
Eet eet eet.

*musical interlude*

Someone's deciding whether or not to steal.
He opens a window just to feel the chill.
He hears that outside a small boy just started to cry
'Cause it's his turn, but his brother won't let him try.

*musical interlude*

It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song.
You can't believe it; you were always singing along.
It was so easy and the words so sweet.
You can't remember; you try to move your feet.
It was so easy and the words so sweet.
You can't remember; you try to feel the beat...

----------------

[these photographs are of Regina Spektor, they were taken from google. Where i then edited them, i.e: put them into polaroids.]

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

wishful thinking babe, it's all wishful thinking.

{bit of me rattling on.}

with six or so exams to go, i'm falling at the seams here.
can't seem to stay in these 'exam vibes' and just
knuckle down and work. well actually to be honest with myself
i haven't really 'gotten into it'
[sexual innuendo much? or am i just sick? haha.]
well with this, i seem to be going through
a 'mid-teen-crisis', is there even such a thing?
well with the plans of dyeing my hair blonde, which
didn't turn out too well as i got a friend to photoshop be as a blonde.
well lets just say the results were not what i expected.
the words 'porno' and 'asian-hooker'
came to mind. haha lovely.
so with that out the window i went and got a belly-ring.
poppy much? so not me.
but i thought what the hell? lets me spontaneous and just
went and got it, kinda like it.
BUT don't worry thats where it stops, no
chandelier jewels will be hanging from my
naval. siff.
no thanks.

anyway, so greece. ah.
next year.
been googling it, here's what i found.









[my new belly ring. haha still has the clamp mark. it's made my tummy a funny colour though from the polaroid.]



[only photograph on this post that is mine, is of my belly-ring. the rest were from google and just edited, i.e put into a polaroid.]

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

falling.















i did a painting today for my room.
not the normal kind of painting that i have in my room. it's different from all my other stuff.
not sure if thats a good or bad thing. still getting used to it.
leaning on the boarder of liking and disliking it immensely.
but oh well. [thats just a piece of it, it has a quote from a song on the side in white.]

also today i ty-dyed a shirt and panties. there's the shirt.
but my under garments are strictly off limits.
jokes. just wouldn't be kosher if i put them up. ha?







Thursday, November 4, 2010

into the fade.


tomorrow, tomorrow,
dear tomorrow.

tomorrow i write my art theory exam.
and i just can't get to it.
all i can think about is the art practical.


all i want to do is take photographs, go pretty places, be on holiday and
'hang' with friends.
too much to ask?
geez.
haha.
chow.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

and there's gold falling from the ceiling of this world



self.
[2:27.]

-i wish my name was
something beautiful and french like
pascale.