Bright star

John Keats was a Romantic poet. “Bright Star,” which tells the tale of Keats and Fanny Brawne, the love of his short life, is a romantic movie. The vernacular of popular culture and the somewhat specialized language of literary history assign different meanings to that word, but the achievement of Jane Campion’s learned and ravishing new film is to fuse them, to trace the comminglings and collisions of poetic creation and amatory passion.

Perfect sense

“When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our things were answers like astronaut, president, or in my case, princess… When we were ten, they asked us again. We answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist… But now that we’ve grown up, they want a more serious answer. Well, how about this… Who the hell knows? This isn’t a time to make hard and fast decisions. This is the time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy because there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again because nothing is permanent. So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… We won’t have to guess. We’ll know.”

My Friday girls

The search is over

Well I have finally found what I have been always looking for. He is the most amazing person I have ever met. I am so happy to feel this way. My anxiety is clouded with love; I don’t even feel anxiety anymore.

He defines love. He gives love a meaning for me.
I can promise you, you won’t have to face anything alone. I will always be here for you. Not only do you tell me you love me, you show me. I wish to never lose you, you are way to important.

I guess I just like being a piece of future in his weird life

You can't stop loving or wanting to love because when it's right it's the best thing in the world. When you're in a relationship and it's good even if nothing else in your life is right, you feel like your whole world is complete.

Apple

It’s almost a privilege to be apart of his world because I know not much people have been let in before.

The best thing you can do is find a person who loves for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you. The right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.

He doesn't know

Sometimes I can’t recognize a feeling I am feeling. As if my mind is blocked from certainty. It’s like I’m emotionally incapable to read myself. The constant anxiety still clouds me; sometimes it’s hard to breathe.

Something I can coincidently recognize is this new feeling I am feeling over this one certain individual. It’s as if a fire has been lit in my cold lonely heart which I thought couldn’t be possible.

You talk too much. Maybe that's your way of breaking up the silence that fills you up. But it doesn't sound the same when no one's really listening. Turn out the light and what are you left with? Open up my hands and find out they're empty. Press my face to the ground I've gotta find a reason. Just scratching around for something to believe in. You have too much. You're spending all your time collecting and discovering. It's not enough and no matter how you try, you never find the one you want.

- aqualung

Active mind

Those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow I think a lot. I think about everything and anything. It varies from “What am I doing with my life?” to “Where should I run away next?” The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, I think about. Sometimes, I hate it because it brings up things I rather never think about again. The spilt second before sleep is the most active second of my life.

Alice

Tripping out. Spinning around. I'm underground, I fell down yeah, I fell down. I'm freaking out. Where am I now? Upside down. And I can't stop it now. You can't stop me now. I'll get by. I'll survive. When the world's crashing down. When I fall and hit the ground. I will turn myself around. Don't you try to stop it. I, I won't cry. I found myself in Wonderland. Get back on my feet again. Is this real? Is it pretend? I'll take a stand until the end. I'll get by. I'll survive. When the world's crashing down. When I fall and hit the ground. I will turn myself around. Don't you try to stop it and I won't cry.

I wish

All I know is that you're so nice. You're the nicest thing I've seen. I wish that we could give it a go. See if we could be something.

I wish I was your favourite girl.
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile.
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.

I wish you couldn't figure me out. But you always wanna know what I was about. I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset. I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met. I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly cause it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see. Basically, I wish that you loved me. I wish that you needed me. I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.

I wish that without me your heart would break.
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.
I wish that without me you couldn't eat. I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.

Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen and I wish that we could see if we could be something. Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something.

Rarr RANT!

I feel empty. I don’t know what’s missing. If I move away will the emptiness still remain? What do I need to do to fill the void? Why is it whenever I meet someone great I back off as soon as things get a little serious? What am I looking for? Will moving change anything? After all change is always a good thing right? It’s how we learn, grow, develop new ideas or expand our minds to break out of the bubble most of us so comfortably live in. I don’t want to get comfortable I want to explore.

What is making me feel the way I do. I don’t like not knowing what this emotion is called. It’s like being kicked in the stomach along with a lot of anxiety. I’m not running away. I’m finding out where I want to be. How is moving ever a bad thing. I’m pretty sick of hearing other people’s opinions on the matter. After all it’s my story not theirs.

I love the idea of my open mind. I like how versatile my ideas can be. I’m happy with the person I am not to be completely fucking boring sticking to one boring job or studying a subject that may get me no where in the future. I’m still so unsure about a lot of things in my life but that’s okay were not suppose to have the answers, life isn’t suppose to be planned. I will take chances, I will get hurt, I will have the time of my life, I will find out what I want from my life, I will fall in love but all in my own time. I don’t like being rushed or being told what’s right or wrong. No one should be the voice of my life but me .

For now I am free.

Tick tick boom

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.

Hang me up to dry

I don’t even know where to begin with this person.
For now I’ll just say your strong accusations are pathetic if you’re looking for sympathy, your lies are getting old and you need to get a mind of your own. Stop acting like a sad little girl living in your twisted thoughts and lies that you believe to be true. Think before you dare speak the nonsense that comes out of your mouth.

The whole world is an enigma

But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.

I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days, three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

The mission

One lovely hot sunny afternoon Tristan and I decided to jump over his neighbors fence and swim in there pool without them knowing. Lucky for us they weren't home. One of many awesome
adventures Tristan and I get up to.

500 days of Summer

This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he met the one. This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total mis-reading of the movie 'The Graduate'. The girl, Summer Finn of Shinnecock, Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parent's marriage she'd only love two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing. Tom meets Summer on January 8th. He knows almost immediately she is who he has been searching for. This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story.

The beach is only a car crash away

On this lazy Sunday Tristan, Shags and I went to the city. Tristan and I saw a $2 peep show and sat trough the creepiest undergrown porn cinema surrounded by seedy old men. It was a 40 plus degree day so we decided to go to the beach. On the way there we got into a car accident, poor little red suzuki swift.

Insomnia

There's a light bulb dangling from string
It's slowly swaying up over my head now
As I jot down the words that'll never be sung
And wait for my headache to numb
And the wind sounds as if the world's sighing
And the moon's just a torn fingernail

As the TV flickers and hums by the wall

And I wait for my eyesight to fade

So, So, So
It's so damn slow
So, So, So
It's so damn slow

And the bright-eyed choke on ambition
And the old folks circle their graves
And the young ones are busy destroying their names
And you're still just wasting away.
I sit and watch the screen for a message
Some kinda sign that says we're OK
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off
And wait for my conscience to break.
So, So, So
It's so damn slow
So, So, So
It's so damn slow

I hope you're learning to listen
And I hope you're learning to stay
And I hope you find what you're missing
And I hope that you're making you're way
I'm a headcase if I don't keep moving
And my head hurts if I don't sit still
It's an itch that I'll never stop scratching
It's a hole that I'll never quite fill

So

Hi world

Iv just finished watching the movie Factory girl for the first time and it was a great film about Edie Sedgwick a dazzling young socialite who found herself at the apex of the pop art scene in 1960s New York best known for playing muse to Andy Warhol. In Factory girl, Sienna Miller is the enchanting, enigmatic Edie, offering a moving characterization of the extremely troubled model/actress. I'm also new to this blogging world, good night one and all.