13 5 / 2012
Leatrice Joy. The Angel of Broadway. Lois Weber - USA 1927. Production: DeMille.
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10 5 / 2012
"Little girls, this seems to stay, never stop upon your way. Never trust a stranger-friend; no one knows how it will end. As you’re pretty, so be wise; wolves may lurk in every guise. Handsome they may be, and kind, gay, or charming- never mind! Now, as then, tis simple truth - sweetest tounge has sharpest tooth."
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10 5 / 2012
There is something unnatural about those animals… they are dangerous.
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11 2 / 2011
Find me, Aristotle.
I still dream of Orgonon.
I’m Cloudbusting Daddy.
Your son’s coming out.
03 1 / 2011
Tick went the ticking clock.
I long for the ocean, the soft waves licking the oily pebbles of the beach, dragging them backwards with the arms from it’s depths. I long for the smell, salty in my sinuses awakening the summer I’ve locked away for months, dusty with the residue of Christmas and crusted in the earth of spring. I wish for the sun in all it’s glory to warm the translucent fragility winter brought to my skin, enticing the melanin to the surface, kissing my limbs lightly as if we were old lovers. I want the pastel colours of ice cream presented to me in a crispy cone, cold, crunchy and enticing. I want the ice to thaw and the flowers to erupt from the ground in cascades of colour, then I’ll know it’s time to say good bye to winter.
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24 12 / 2010
Jack frost is biting at my fingertips.
It’s that time again, Christmas eve, when all through the house not a creature is stirring, and I find myself pretty alone besides the soft snoring of my nine year old dog. This time of year always leaves me reminiscent of the past year and this time my focus is drawn to what 2010 brought me. I think it’s safe to say that this year hasn’t been the best, but it hasn’t been the worst either. I’ve had to grow up alot this year and begin to plan how I’m going to break out of my nuclear family bubble into the ‘real’ world. I’ve lost friends and gained friends, I’ve found myself and thrown myself into situations to try and cure my social awkwardness. This year has been a sort of limbo, where I’ve tried to decide my future and make decisions that will be the base for the rest of my life. But who can do that successfully at eighteen years old?
Alot of people look at the new year as a new beginning, like a chameleon they shed the skin of the last year and grow into a new one, reinventing themselves and their idealogies. I’m not going to pretend that next year will be a new start, a new beginning, because what I’ve realised is a new year doesn’t mean anything changes. The past will be the past but it still lingers with the present. This being said, I want to look forward and bring all the experience and knowledge and confidence I’ve gained in the past year and condense it into the foundations of 2011. I won’t forgive and forget the past year but I’ll make sure the next doesn’t mirror the last.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
