It’s in the way we move our fingers when we talk, the dance they create in the air we share. You offer me your thumb to grab, and I do, in my too-small hands, like a child’s, and it means something, to you and to me. I see it in you eyes, and the way the corner of your mouth twitch, the way your head does that thing where it moves slightly to the side, as if you were pondering a question, except you’re only looking at me from a slightly different angle to see how I look this way.
We quote books and movies at each other. My favourite is our constant comforting using lines from Winnie-the-Pooh. It’s not hard to do this, they flow from our lips even though someone else has written the words, but we make them our own and to hell with what they were suppose to mean in the first place. I love having this whole lexicon that only you can understand.
You’ll grab my sides and I’ll giggle and lick your glasses, just to hear that frustrated groan in the back of your throat. It’s in the way you twisted my name to make it into a nickname and it’s better than all the darlings, honeys, and babes in the world. You send me links to youtube videos of songs that make you think of me. And in the morning I’ll kiss your shoulder and the edges of your spine and you’ll mumble something incomprehensible under your breath and I’ll smile and say me too me too.
Jen Ramos - Colors (2011-2012)
I’m also sorta planning on writing a fic based on my experience working in an art gallery in university. I’ve been spending A LOT of time coming up with what kind of art my characters make and what medium they use and what it looks like, and I’m generally getting too excited about something that might be only vaguely mentioned for some of them.
But you don’t understand, this character makes stylized sculptures out of metal of female bodies and armour, while this other character creates mixed media pieces using traditional crafts such as embroidery and scrapbooking. And they are going to have a show together and it’s about gender expectation and contemporary feminity and…
Neither of them are actually quite important to the main plot, both are secondary characters.
One of the main character is going to be either a painter or a photographer. His art will be most likely renditions of myths and tales and about the impact of stories that shape the human experience.
I’m getting way too involve into the fictional art of fictional characters.
Anonymous: Do you have any musical background (play any instruments, sang in a choir, etc.?) I remember a while back you mentioned if you werent an artist you would be a musician.
I played saxophone in the school band for five years (3 years alto, 2 years baritone) in high school.
I don’t have real musical talent. I love to sing, but I can’t do it well, and I wish I could write melodies for the poems I write, make them into songs, and wrap different sounds together to make weird little tunes, but alas, no, I have no such talent and I can only look at others and envy them and love them fiercely for being able to do it.
Northern facade of the château de Chenonceau, 1851, by Gustave Le Gray
haha i’m honestly a bit tired of this tumblr fantasy-land approach where you always have to be lovely and civil otherwise you’re just the most awful person ever.
Also, the fantasy-land where you have to respect everybody’s opinion. Like, NO.
I WILL respect your RIGHT to have an opinion, but I won’t necessarily respect the opinion itself, or even take it into consideration, or listen to it, depending on what it is. I don’t have to.
I mean, why should I be civil and polite to somebody who comes in my personal space and try to spit on me? That doesn’t make sense.
Anonymous: I like your blog and I respect you, but I also thought you were old/composed enough to know that responding to insults with insults is hardly the reasonable way to show you don't care or to let the person know what they are doing is ridiculous.
nah, where’s the fun in that?
And I hardly insulted that anon, I just sarcastically pointed out that they were not original in their insults, which is a simple fact, and that they were full of their own self-importance, which is also a simple fact.
I could have been way more scathing and insulting. But I’m smarter than them, so I wasn’t.
Also, I think that the ‘taking the high road’ and ‘being the bigger man’ etc. when people try to push you down is just often stupid. You are allowed to push back, and say ‘I will not take this silently’.
Thank you for all your kind messages after that last anon!
I just want to make something clear though:
I AM fat, but I am ALSO pretty. The two are not mutually exclusive or anything.
Let’s stop thinking that they are :)
Much love, MJ xxx
Anonymous: you're fat as fuck
Yes, how original. You’re like the first person to ever tell me that, congratulations on being innovative and new.
Congratulations, also, on your own self-importance that you would, for one second, think that I actually give a fuck about what you think. It’s so naive and cute. It must be so nice in your head.
Haruki Murakami - 1987 at Oiso beach, Kanagawa, Japan
Here’s another author I’ve never read.
i’ll get on that eventually, I guess.