painted

i found this on Sea of Daisies, and thought it was really beautiful : )

here

have  a lovely saturday! 

loved

i always walk away from animated movies feeling more inspired than with other movies... i always want to meet the characters-- especially if they're around my age. Hiccup from How to Train Your Dragon is by far the #1 character i would meet!! i love that kid... have i ever mentioned the absolute love of my life? soundtrack music. i know, many people say this. but i don't think i would have the inspiration i do today if i didn't listen to original scores. aren't they so beautiful?!

listen to this, and close your eyes:

-A



(1, 2, the rest are from the interweb)

the painful truth... or what is?

apparently this has been a day of things just... urghhhhh... if only there were a word for it. "not working" doesn't seem to cover it-- how do you explain it when you think you've been learning from your mistakes but then accidentally, in a moment of complete forgetfulness, act like an arse? Or say something stupid that isn't in alignment with your principles? 


Its flustering and its upseting, and its so very unsettling. I guess it is forgetfulness and maybe, maybe, its a sense of hopefulness? I mean in those situations where you say to yourself, 'Let's not talk to that person again, or say something like that to him/her again, because the last time, it did not work out so well' then you do it again. You say that thing, or reveal a part of yourself to that person that you vowed to keep from them. 


Am I trying to stop a part of myself that I am? Am I trying to fit into a mold, a sort of idealized version of myself? Is it strong or weak of me to hold back? 


Its so hard when you can't be one-hundred-percent you with someone, you know? Why should we keep relationships where we can be ourselves? I know this post has been vague, but I want to write about the truth on my blog, and how I feel right now feels painfully truthful. 


Do you have friendships where you act a way that's other than yourself so that that person won't be able to hurt you (by making comments, or being passive agressive, or even doing something as silly as gossiping about you) ? 


Which way hurts us less? but, isn't it okay to be hurt? I'm very flustered with myself, like I said... can't seem to find my bootstraps. 


Thanks for reading!
-A

on Color.

so wondrous... i love this.


found here

a fleeting fancy-wise-words

i know these things are all over the internet... and they are inspiration for a fleeting 5 minutes.. but i couldn't help but save this one to my computer!

found here

my life of late in pictures

I've been doodling, hanging outside, and loving a new blog my friend Aryion and I started called the heartfelt diaries, where we post daily quotations that we find in books, pop culture, other blogs... everywhere! check it out, and please feel free to email with your favorite quotations-- we would love to post them or write them in our journals, too!

my favorite shoes... Vibrams! 

i dressed my "toe-shoes" up... hehe

if you've never read The Host before by Stephanie Meyer, i highly recommend it : ) it was perfect. i've also been sketching a bit.. or rather, doodling. this ones my favorite so far.








happy spring! to celebrate, i pulled carrots for three hours on an organic farm... it was very lovely!

on another inspired poem

I very much dislike being too dramatic in my poetry, only sometimes, i have to get things out in cliche terms. i just finished Mockingjay, and some ideas came to me, so i put them into a poem. not meant to be super-fangirl-esque. this book hit me, well, at least Katniss as a character in this one did. the reason this particular book didn't quite do it for me is because an area Collin's falls short in is creating consistency with character motivation. i can actually point out in the text book to book where characters suddenly change a part of their complexity. and she also forgets about characters sometimes for chapters and chapters, then suddenly they mean so much. i dont know, as a story its good. but broken down, some things i find kind of vexing, or unattractive. anyways! here it is:

Here where the shadows lie, 

covered up within my cries,

is stifling hot, sickly sweet, 

and burning bright, 

a caustic heat. 

Bright, bright, 

but that's when we see it:

during the night. 

I tried to sing, 

but I could only scream.

I screamed and screamed

but no one came

because I am not a piece 

in wayward games.

A shimmer gleams,

but brighter now, not fire still.

Not fire still

Not fire still. 

There where the shadows once lay.

there where I was,

there where I was,
there where I was

the mockingjay. 

Enjoy your week, lovely readers 

much love, really : )

my prom dress... if i decide. : )

so... i was in new hampshire searching for antique stores. i found one along the highway, an old house with some small open rooms leading off. beautiful antique things, shirts, lamps, signs. a beautiful summer new hampshire day.

so i went into the house, and stared at all the jewelry like the little jewels they were. i walked away from my company, and went up to the attic, where, handing from the slanted ceiling on a silk hanger was this dress. i was younger, so, i thought it would just be fun to try on for fun. that was 9th grade or so, so the question was, do we spend forty dollars on this 1940s dress? well, why not! and i'm so happy i did, because if i go to prom, i want nothing on me but something that is me. i might do some alterations, like make it a bit shorter or something, but other than that, it'll be as sweet as it came.

what do you think!? strapless, or that neck-tied way???

oh, and this is my 100th post!! : )!! i'll congratulate myself with a nice vegan dinner. ahh

the hunger games (poem)

this is the second night i've been up past 4 in the morning finishing a hunger games book. tonight it was the sequel, catching fire. i had bought mockinjay the day before, because i knew there was no way i was going to resist finishing the trilogy (not after my reactions to the first book)

they are simple books, easy reads-- but something about them. how Suzanne Collins (the author) uses a theme of children and war to expand her plot lines, its really something. not the most complex, again, but very engaging and intriguing. 

i tend to write poems about scenes in books (i do it all the time with the lord of the rings trilogy). so from the first chapter of mockingjay, here's what popped into my head:

Take me to the darkest place,

my fairest hour 

the world in waste.

Let me fall into ashen hands,

that hug the ground

in shattered lands.

I will see with eyes un-mine,

the place that I knew; 

but the wind wreaks unkind.

And when I fall into death's dust,

I'll find what to do.

For to be found in this scarred new world, I must. 

my version of fanfiction, i guess. eeh, its alright. it is 4:07, afterall... i'll give it some work. who's excited for the movie?!

: ) xx

some lovelies

i really wanted to share these really sweet photos, but i'm afraid i've lost the links for most. for safety i will say that they are from the internet and that they are not mine! 

enjoy : )

the lovely mr. cumberbatch : ) 

drawing of the shoes Fanny Brawne wore in Bright Star

on the set of Romeo & Juliet : ) Olivia Wilde is so beautiful in this! 

John Howe artwork

have a great weekend!!

xx

what we will with love

i wrote this after watching Bright Star for the third or fourth time... : ) based off of Fanny & John's relationship in the movie. 

We just do

what  we will
with love.

I trace my fingers 

on the white, old 

wood wall,

and tap my nails on its

flat body. 

my braid swings

down on to my 

shoulders,

as I put my lips to

the wall, and kiss it.

I push closer, gently,

with slow effort, knowing

your self, you, are in the room

next to it, hovering like a universe,

taking me in and it all in; love in, gently in. 

on clogs and quotes

Ah! its been so long since i posted. i'm getting very lazy about this... but i want to stay active so that i can keep connecting with all the lovely people who visit my blog!! 


i found this quotation and i really enjoyed it... 

"Where, after all, do universal human rights begin? In small places close to home - so close and so small that they cannot be seen on any map of the world. Yet they are the world of the individual person: the neighborhood he lives in; the school or college he attends; the factory, farm or office where he works. Such are the places where every man, woman and child seeks equal justice, equal opportunity, equal dignity without discrimination. Unless these rights have meaning there, they have little meaning anywhere." -my favorite, eleanor roosevelt

also-- i've become a swedish clog lover. i ordered a pair of clogs from Lotta from Stockholm, and i am here to say that they are the comfiest shoes EVER. i romped around nyc for an entire day and only towards the end did they even start to bother my feet (this was when my sister and i had to sprint 3 blocks to make our train : ) ). 

p.s-- does anybody else get that overwhelming feeling like they want to get rid of half of what they own, only to be sickened by the thought of so much going into a landfill (if its un-donatable)!??! urggg. 

have a lovely weekend! xx

on old photography

just some of my old photography... as per the first picture, i took a liking to finding quotations and writing them on my leg in black ink ; )