friday holiday
a friday with no school attached feels almost suspiciously generous. # No school, out late, too much conversation before deciding where to go, very good music once we finally got...
There is a manner in which certain things ask to be written, not so that they may be found, but because to exist in silence, for too long, eventually becomes insufficient. It is not urgency. It is something closer to a necessity that makes no noise, waiting patiently until it discovers the proper form. This archive was born in such a way.
Not as a diary. Not as a blog. Not as something that is updated merely for the sake of appearing alive. It is a place where certain thoughts come to rest, those which do not dissolve, those which return, those which insist with the silent obstinacy of things that truly belong to you...
a friday with no school attached feels almost suspiciously generous. # No school, out late, too much conversation before deciding where to go, very good music once we finally got...
there is nothing delicate about tonight except the top I wore to it. # Chris Liebing tonight. Dark, relentless, disciplined. Exactly the right word is probably physical, but not in...
people are always surprised that apparently contradictory parts of a life can simply live next door to each other. # Good Friday. Church, family, quieter day, then I still went...
there are friends who ask how you are and friends who immediately attack your new nickname. # Genova. Tia. `”Bambolina.”` That was literally how she greeted me. I hate everybody....
“I’ll answer quickly” is the internet version of “I’ll only have one biscuit.” # Nearly late tonight because of MSN. A girl from a Splinder blog messaged me about something...
apparently a blonde girl in pale blue is still expected to have gentle musical opinions. unfortunate. # Harder tonight. Somebody I barely know asked if I `”really”` listen to hardcore...
the routine is so established now that I could probably execute it during a fire drill. # School. Home. Books. Tea. Four biscuits. Shower. Hair. Music. Blue. Yuri. Out. Except...
I keep trying to make a screen look like the sea and the sea keeps having better hardware. # April is white and blue, much lighter than March. I was...
the clocks are taking an hour tonight, which feels personally targeted. # Out again and apparently daylight saving time has chosen this exact night to steal an hour from people...
some weeks end on the calendar. others need to be physically removed by bass. # This week felt approximately fourteen days long. School, revision, teachers suddenly remembering every topic we...
the internet becomes much less irritating when the computer is physically somewhere else. # I refused to discuss copycats tonight. I didn’t even check the other blog before leaving, which...
I know I don’t own blue. I would simply like to know why your blue suddenly has my sentences in it. # Another blog. Different girl. This time it’s not...
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.