June 2012
I secretly think your talent lies in your excellent taste, your ability to find and string together amazing things from diverse sources. You would make an great editor of a magazine, or the head of a small, independent publishing house.
Small, independent publishing house is like the secret dream I never let myself think about. Seriously. xx
(thank you! xxx)
Oh my god! Brave is coming out tomorrow? I’ll go see it around dinner time so I can have the popcorn as my meal. Then I will see the movie and I won’t have to cook.
It’s like the best date with myself ever.
Based entirely on your blog, I'd honestly peg you as one of those hipsters who wears old-man glasses and scribbles in their Moleskeine notebooks while sitting in a free-trade locally owned coffee shop sipping on double espresso vegan lattes.
HAHAHAHA! AWESOME!
You just made me sound WAY cooler than I am. Like WAY WAY cooler.
So I’m not going to refute anything. Except the vegan thing…
because CHEESE.
i really wish i was as poetic as you are, you really grab my attention with your posts and it's lovely reading them
I’m sure you are in your own way.
I feel sometimes I am TOO poetic or something? I end up just spewing empty words and I wish I could write in a simpler way.
See? We’re never happy with what we have :)
But I’m REALLY glad you like my posts xxx
I wish we were neighbors. I'd bring over snacks I'd made. And if you were sad I'd invite you for tea to talk about it. Or if your were bored you could come over for tea w/ your bf anyway. I'd be like a nana, only in the form of a young person.
OMG BEST NANA EVER!
I’d leave the bf behind so I can talk about him behind his back though. Plus, more snacks for me :)
I wish we were neighbours too. Then I would have somebody when I feel lonely. Oh wait, I have tumblr…
But hey, tumblr can’t drink tea with me, and last time I drank wine I ended up aborting a lot of very inappropriate posts so…
yes, thank you, that would be lovely.
I think you are a lovely; both fantastical/creative and very level-headed and down to earth at the same time, and you're just great. :)
Nah, you’re just saying this…
You’re making me blush :)
(p.s. thank you xxx)
Do you know what the font is on your page? It's really lovely.
Yes! I changed the default font because I loved this one a lot.
It’s called cochin :)
about inner landscapes
Okay. So. Here we go.
I will stop answering questions about how to connect to your inner landscapes, or if this thing is alright or that thing or whatever, okay?
This is NOT a spiritual thing (if you want it to be than go ahead, make it your own).
THERE ARE NO RULES.
THERE IS NO GOOD OR BAD.
It’s just a simple way I have found to explain how I connect and see my own creativity, my own inner life, my own creative process. How I see these things in others. Actually, I didn’t even come up with the concept. I read about it from Charles de Lint and Neil Gaiman and it resonated with me and made sense and I thought it was the perfect way to explain it and then I rolled with it, changed some things, and MADE IT MY OWN.
And if it resonates with you, if you find that it works to explain how you process your own imagination, world, life, then good, use it. If you don’t, then fine, find your own way. And that’s okay. It’s all fine.
STOP LOOKING FOR EASY RECIPES. I don’t know you, I don’t know how to connect with you. How you connect with your own world. How you see it. I do believe that everyone has inner landscapes, that’s how I explain people’s individuality and craziness and boldness and creativity and everything else that makes them who they are and what they are and more.
I CANNOT EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU
I CANNOT GIVE YOU AN EASY EXPLANATION
I CANNOT TEACH YOU HOW TO CONNECT WITH YOUR OWN SELF.
I am not, and this is not meant to be, a self-help thing. It just…is.
It’s not a THING. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s not like “meditate on this and you shall know your spirit animal” or “do this and you will open doors in yourself”.
It’s just a way to explain in words an INSUBSTANTIAL CONCEPT.
It’s big and beautiful and it’s your own. You are your own person and I want to know you. I want to learn about your inner landscapes and the people that live there (or not).
But you can call it whatever you want. You can connect to it however you want. It doesn’t have to be cute or deep. It doesn’t even have to be artistic or anything. It doesn’t have to be made of places and characters. It can be colours or sounds or music or anything. And you connect in your own way. I mean if what you like to do is play soccer than chances are you connect when you play. Simple as that.
And there doesn’t even have to be a specific image or specific characters or anything. That’s just how I personally deal with it. That’s all.
I’m sorry if this come off angry, it really really isn’t my intention.
I just want to share what’s inside me and how I see the world, but I cannot help you by giving you “5 easy steps to your inner world” or anything. I just can’t. It’s not how it works.
xxx
p.s. sorry for the all-caps.
existential questions:
Why does butter taste better when it’s melted?
Why does cheese taste even better when it’s grated?
THESE ARE IMPORTANT LIFE QUESTIONS!
Inner landscapes →
endofmarch.tumblr.com
since it seems to interest a lot of people, I went ahead and tagged all my entries about my inner landscapes for your perusal
(also trying to keep track of them, since some answers to ask are on my other writing blog so. Some kind of organization was in order)
What if you long for love but fail to find it? ( I mean romantic love)
Most people long for love. Not all find it, yes.
But what else can you do? You will never find it if you stop yourself from loving. It will pass you by.
To find love, you have to love first. You have to crave it somehow. But you can make it feel better by loving other things too. By doing things that make you happy, by loving friends and silly things.
It’s about not being consumed by your desire, but carrying it with you. Like a rock in your pocket that you forget is there most of the time. But once in a while you brush your fingers against it and are reminded.
a cure for a love desire?
Why would you want to cure your desire to love?
Is it because it’s unrequited? Or you just want to get rid of this need to be loved and love in return?
I find that, for me, I just want to love more. I want to love more fiercely things that people say I should not love so much: books, characters, friends, the sky, the light in the morning, blackberries, TV shows.
Be not afraid to love, even when it hurts.
I’m *this* close to get in full satanic mode and sell my soul to the devil for the ability to write these stories. *This* close.
But then, I’ve seen enough movies to know these deals never go well and I’ll end up clinging to the ceiling, foaming at the mouth with my head doing happy 360s.
Still, the thought is appealing. I wonder how much I could write before the, undoubtedly impressive, spiderwoman-like behaviour starts. How long do you think it takes to get used to the smell of sulphur?
How big does this pentagram has to be anyway? My living room is rather small.
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coughandtwitch replied to your post: I’m *this* close to get in full satanic mode and…
This made me laugh out loud first and then read it to my husband. Brilliant! ^^
I am happy that my existential crisis and early foray in supernatural dealings has amused you. Now if you don’t mind I have to go back to my chanting. Latin is so very hard to pronounce. And Satan is enough of an arsehole to be a stickler on proper demon-rising etiquette. Bastard.
All I want to do today is take a plane to Germany and hang out with V.
We can practice hand rolling cigarettes together.
And spend too much time on balconies.!!! come in time for supper (dark German bread with cheese and butter every single day, I’m a creature of habit)
I’ll bring raspberries. they’re in season.
Though I might end up eating them all in the plane.
Maybe you can tell me about Sufjan instead.
(Damnit! Where are the teleportation devices we’ve been promised in every early/mid 20th century scifi novels, ever? Um? Where are they?
Science, you’re letting us down. I need to see Vera now!)
All I want to do today is take a plane to Germany and hang out with V.
We can practice hand rolling cigarettes together.
And spend too much time on balconies.
