the weekly

01

i watched lost in translation last night, the beginnings of it before i fell asleep. it made me immediately feel inspired again, movies always do that to me. i feel it deep in my body, like a warm heated blanket is covering me. charging me. movies remind me of my own creativity; of colors, images, compositions, stillness, words, conversations. i’m going to make one one day.

02

a boy at a party this weekend told me they really respected me as a person and it almost made my high school 17 y/o self cry, because that’s all i ever wanted and what i have never had.

03

i used to love summer, but this was the worst summer ever and now maybe i like fall.

i used to want to move to new york, but my ex showed up last time i was there and i had a miserable time and now i don’t want to ever leave los angeles.

04

there’s no day that will emphasize your loneliness quite like a sunday

05

it’s hard to write when you haven’t been writing. a lot becomes expected of you when you start again. the pen feels weird in your hand and you start to question your word usage. i almost forgot how to talk to myself the way i used to. i forgot about the silence that comes after putting all your thoughts on paper and leaving them to rest. i come back to writing when i feel a dizzying overwhelm so great it becomes debilitating. i come back to writing for survival, when i should be doing it routinely to keep me sane.

06

male seduction : visual

women : verbal /language