Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Let's pretend we don't exist

Lets have bizarre celebrations

Photos by Julia Serena Ready, Sled Island, Calgary 2011

Monday, June 27, 2011

Why did I wait so long
For everything to feel so perfect again?

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Birthday's are always a disappointment. However, when your entire year has been a disappointment, wouldn't you want to forget about all this on your birthday and start again? Well, the forgetting part was out of the question. But I'm not here to sulk about one of the shittier days of the shittiest year I've ever had. I'm just glad its all over. I'm off to Calgary for the summer and than San Fransisco.
Ciao! Muah

Sunday, June 12, 2011

They'll never catch us

Please don't tell them this is where we went.

Photos by Julia Serena Ready and Manny Raquel Johnston.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Why can't we all just be ghosts, I'm tired of being haunted.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Love to love

Often as I lay in bed, hoping to eventually fall asleep, I pretend to have conversations with people. I imagine what they would say, and I imagine what I would say in return. Last night, I had one of these conversations with myself (and a chimerical other) about the things we love. Once I started developing my ideas, I didn't want to forget them by the morning, as I often do, so I decided to put the things I love into writing:

1. Truth: I love being truthful with myself. I love when people are honest with me (I hate when they are not). I am obsessed with finding truth in life, and finding meaning in truth. I love how truth never changes.

2. Freedom: I like to know that I am free. I would rather choose to do something of my own free will as opposed to being told. I hate feeling trapped or confined.  I don't ever want to have an addiction, because it imposes on my freedom. I don't want to be controlled by anything other than myself.

3. Language: I love what language can do. I love being able to put monstrous, beautiful, or catalectic emotions into a few short words which encapsulate the sensation. I love reading these words written by others. I love writing, because it is like you are keeping a secret with a friend you cannot fully trust not to tell. I love the beauty of other languages. I love the way foreign words feel when they roll off my tongue, or drift into my ears.

4.I love beauty. I love things that are beautiful without falsity. I love the beauty of nature, and the beauty of a person who has suffered. I love beautiful things, like a song that moves your spirit, or a painting that speaks to you. I love the beauty in honesty and truth.

5. I love to love.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

It only sparkles when you sleep

This morning I woke up from my dreams with sparkles in my room. The cause? A small disco ball hanging from my light fixture, leftover from a halloween costume two years prior. It was nice, for once, to wake up from sleep to a sparkly world, instead of the usual other way around.