Sit it in, ask yourself if you're okay. You don't have to answer back. I think we forget to sit and things, maybe sometimes without questioning. I wish I could tell you that breathing is easy, but I've researched my history and come to terms with the fact that all the easy stuff I did were quite hard. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, when I talk with simplicity, with stiff, overused, half minded words, I am showing you that I'm done for the day. I can't keep my arms, my mouth, my eyes, my half heart open anymore for today. When I say I'm tired I'm not trying to imply that the heartbreak decided to visit for the 5th time today, or that my head is so close to exploding with all these things that seem to not matter yet at the end of the day they do, at least if I want to keep up with the image society deemed upon me. No. I'm just....he texted me again, and I'm tired.
If you're a huge fan of Mr. Anderson's work then this visual essay is a must watch. "The video illuminates the deep layers to the director's works, examining how the themes of melancholy, emotional boundaries, responsibility, and bonds can be found in his young characters." - André-Naquian Wheeler. Analysis of films like (my personal favorite) Moonrise Kingdom and The Royal Tenenbaums.
"Little girls in Wes Anderson films feel the burden of a developed mind and small stature," says Brubaker, this statement followed by an unsettling length of Anderson-esque silence before he continues. "Adults never dismiss children's questions, speak with condescension, or dumb down what they say. This reflects Anderson's belief that children are perceptive and inherently wise."
Watch The Childhood Whimsy of Wes Anderson below:
pine was the first sensation I ever felt.
my first day of school I was so afraid.
I had recently moved,
the people spoke Spanish and I could barely talk English.
our free time was to be spent at the playground,
a fence surrounding the playground,
pine on the other side peeking through,
softly demanding for its presence to be known.
I drifted to them.
I rubbed my nose up against the branches,
I could smell birth, mine to be precise.
I felt the frill, the delicacy,
I heard the pine hold my hand,
touch my heart,
pine didn't speak English,
pine surprisingly didn't even speak Spanish,
pine spoke in rustles and hums,
In silence so full you understand.
pine said silence was a friend, a friend who had a lot to say but not in words, no foolish words.
My cries watered the pine,
The pine grew.
Pine dressed in green
I'm drenched in green. - t.f.
im not delicate.
. these are strengths untold.
it's true. possible, to live two lives in one.
sing, dance. i don't want to be by myself anymore.
a travel day
4 hour delay, 3 hour flight, 6 bottles of artificial lemonade later I arrived to Newark. All cozy for the thunderstorm in my super shmanzy Apartamento sweater.
played on repeat:
airplane read: just kids by patti smith
the rest of my day was spent skipping through gramercy and bryant. i bought beautiful lilies yet since i don't actually live in the city i ended up giving them to this grumpy looking woman at cafe dante. she ended up crying, mumbling to herself and smiling. then i ran into an obese pitbul named lucy, i think we were buddies in another life. yet most of my time was spent at cafe grumpy in chelsea reading oscar wilde's; the picture of dorian gray. a saucy quote from the book:
the warm air seemed laden with spices...
- oscar wilde
pre cafe grumpy i stumbled across a bookshop called alabasters bookshop run by a cute old couple...i got seven books, including the picture of dorian grey (i ended up having to fed ex them...my carry on was the size of a darn pea.)
dinner: ate take out thai with tasha (my sister)
ended up falling asleep at midnight in anxiousness for the day to come
or because of the union square roar....either or.
draw with your eyes closed.
let go of your senses.
darkness leads us to things more beautiful.