So, Kylie Minogue is currently performing at the Patriot Center and I am not there. I was trying to be practical about my finances and let this one go, but the reality that this is her first American tour in years and she’s in my back yard and I’m not there is quite present in this moment. Kylie is, and has been, my go-to lady. She’s seriously such an awesome, fierce woman and artist (I could go on for days.) I have so many wonderful memories that connected to her music, especially her album “X”. She reminds me of what pop music can do to the soul, despite how frivolous we think it is. But I’m not gonna be sad. I’m gonna dress up, blast “X” all night, dance around my room all night, and pretend I’m there. :D Self-care all the way, baby.
I need to leave tumblr for a while. Until finals are over, hopefully. There’s just too many beautiful people on here, I don’t even know what to do with myself.
I have absolutely hated writing lately. But I’m trying to remedy that and start really blogging, partially as a self care practice. What should I write about? Issues/topics/anything? What would you read or want to know?
Well, I watched Never Let Me Go today. Twice. I could gush for hours about all of the wonderful things about the film (the whole premise, consciousness, CAREY,) but right now, I’m thinking about Andrew Garfield. Not even about how damn attractive he is, but about how he seems to make all of these roles that get me crying. Between Tommy and Sheldon, I end up in knots! He’s such a physical actor, it’s AWESOME.
The Parishers - Come Out of the Shade
When photos come up on your dash of people looking hella fine in khakis, I’m gonna need you to submit the post to http:///lookssonastyinthosekhakis.tumblr.com.
I’ve been on a Spring Awakening binge for a few days and remembered that we had this blog. Time to get it rolling.
Help me out people! The color khaki works too, not just the article of clothing.
Fuck. I should have done Warbler drag or Bitch of Living for the drag show. I hate being too busy to follow through on everything. :(
I may come off as a mess, or a bitch, or an intensely negative person. Our interaction may be unbelievably awkward. I may not be able to come up with something happy to tell you when you ask “how are you?”, and I may not be able to stop the word vomit that follows. It doesn’t come from nowhere. It’s impossible to understand me without understanding that I have lost (and I’m not the only one.) That has undeniably shaped me, especially in the last year. Now I get to figure out how to make that understandable to others in a way that holds my dignity and moves me forward. I am doing my best here.
Vandalised American Apparel billboard tells it like it is
I can’t decide if this is meant to mean, “Because women are grossly objectified by media” or “because women wear tight pants and show their asses”. I certainly hope it’s the former, not the later.
Agreed. Hoping it’s the former.
I have now separated my tumblr into a)fandom and b)things that could potentially mean something to me. Fuck yeah. That feels good.
Savannah is an amazing city. We’re sitting in the city market and there’s a band playing. Every week, the band gets a parking ticket, and every week, Wild Wings Cafe pays it for them. There’s a man named Willie that has been hanging around for years. He uses a walker and seems to have some mental challenges going on, but everyone here loves him. The band gave him a guitar with no strings to play with them. They give him solos too! The gelato place on the corner keeps his guitar for him when he’s not playing. Two men at the table next to us just helped him inside and up the steps to Wild Wings. :)