A gramme is better than a damn.
Interchanging Trans* and everything.
This blog is basically just me documenting my adventures.
I enjoy, want, do:
Deconstruction. Accessibility and fighting for it. Beyonce. Ads for DVD on VHS. Sunsets&myfriends. Secrets beneath the covers. Radiohead. Long drives accompanied by loud voices. Meaningless and meaningful sighing. Sharing the places that make me feel alive. Tina Turner.
Cold mouths & cold mornings. Established gardens. Cats. Doing washing between 1&3am. Rabbits. No Key, No Plan. Artistic endeavours. Sweet cover songs. Narcosis and the subconscious. Anatomy. Road tripping weekly. Running into the ocean or just swimming anywhere. All of the vegetables. Knees & bruises. Stick n Poking. Painting my nails.
Bean bags. Dancing on the train. . The absurd.
Heads & hearts & spades. Buckley. Basquiat. Will Sheff.
Lemony Snickett. Pretending. Stumbling and encountering. Political engagement. Consideration, listening and learning.
• Internet critique Heavy boots.
Oh, I am surrounded by some magical people, I really am. This song is a perfect reminder xo
"Oh, and now I try to get inside your head somehow. Storm’s coming and it might get loud So listen while you can, Oh, I know you care.
From all the windows The sun will play along. We’ll forget the difference Between right and wrong. I feel the sunburn, The light we grew up with. We’ll forget the past, dear, And learn to live for this.
Hey, remember what I said before the waves Came crashing down and turned us inside out? The ocean’s something else.
Oh, will you ever change The way you feel when you rearrange The little pieces of your life you keep So close to your chest? Well, I know you care. Well, I know you care.”
“It’s better that Pig dies, because he knows that he can’t exist without Runt and is just going to fuck everything up if they are together, so he acquiesces in his own death. I mean, he knows, this has to happen. If it’d been a Hollywood movie, maybe they would have walked off hand in hand into the sunset. I don’t know. Pig is too damaged to be free.” ~ Cillian Murphy, Film Ireland Oct/Nov 2001
Nothing matters right now because I’ve got tickets to see Courtney Love and I’m amending the parts of me I’ve always hated and my soul mate/s are all here and the love I can finally identify is everywhere and nowhere and and and, I really fucking love that. Mercury ain’t stopping us, it’s shifting and the forces have created some crucial instruments. Like. A. Maple. Seed.