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This is gorgeous

Life Unexpected

Two days ago I fell in love with this show and since then I’ve watched it all and now I miss it.

I read some fan fiction even.

The characters, at least most of them, seemed so good, crappy things happened to them but they really tried hard, and they really cared about each other. I really liked that.

Sometimes if I read a book or watch a movie I feel so invested, immersed, that its hard to stop thinking about once it’s over. Maybe some people felt that with Harry Potter, or their favourite book, but I feel it a lot when I read or watch. I think I am a deeply empathetic person and it’s easy to get sucked up into other peoples (fictional) lives. It can be really overwhelming sometimes because it kind of of makes all the awful things that happen in the world feel unbearable whenever you’re reminded of them. Something that I’ve found deeply helpful, is this video about dealing about sexual injustice. I haven’t done the activity yet, but I might in the future.

Anyways I got a bit off topic. It can feel good and bad to be sucked deeply into a story but it kind of feels sucky right now cause I have homework to go do and there isn’t any more of the story and that makes me feel a bit sad. I really wanted a happy ending for Lux and Eric.

Anyways, if anyone wants to talk about this show I’d be down.


The Strange Road & The Ladder | Jerry Morelli

These drawings are somewhat magical, and remind of my favourite types of childrens books. Perhaps the juxtaposition of whimsical and ordinary in what appears to be not a static image, but a piece of a story.

By saving conversations and correspondence I’m really trying to capture the interactions between other people and myself. Connections and conversation and mood. Looking back sometimes I notice the way I conduct myself changes. I am more careful about some things and less about others as I grow up. I like everything to be saved because I wonder what there is of value there and if it may be of use one day. I want to leave breadcrumbs which show who I am and who I was and how I changed. Also, lately, I think it might be useful for writing characters. I have friends who are characters and who tell good stories and sometimes I tell good stories too.

This picture is from way back summer 2009.

Time moves fast, doesn’t it?

I have fond memories of sorting through the immense number of rocks in my room to find some pretty ones to play mancala with with Erik Sin. I remember I used to wish I could find the ones Myles originally collected for me when he gave me this game for my birthday way back in the days I had parties on the beach with Mat. I can still remember unwrapping it from newspaper sitting at a old, weathered picnic table in the shade. My memories of the beach feel like daydreams sometimes. I can remember slipping out of clothes and into cold water, searching for tiny shells with Saja, playing house with the gang in patches of trees and gleefully running away with the squirt gun, hot sand, shortcuts down the path, sleeping under the stars when there were meteor showers, and making tattoos out of the milky sticky centre of a plant near the water and crushed charcoal. However, some memories are less certain. Mazes in the woods ending in campsites and old furniture, running off in to the woods and kissing, structures and designs made out of rocks and wood and distorted time lines.

Thinking back through moments reminds me how many there are, how much I’ve experience and changed. There are stories there.

It also makes me a little sad that I forget. That I lose touch with memories and many many people who have affected me over years and years and years. But I try to be happy, because time does not slow for sadness, and there is the present in all its glory to attend to.

I wish we could sometimes love the characters in real life as we love the characters in romances. There are a great many human souls whom we should accept more kindly, and even appreciate more clearly, if we simply thought of them as people in a story

G.K. Chesterton (via suzywire)

NO. We can. We do. This upsets me because I love stories but I love real life just as intensely. I mean, we all have bad days, but why save all your passion for make believe?