i live in portland, oregon, and i love life.
thoughts? email me or formspring it. pigeon post works, too.
all i hope, i hope, i hope,
is that you find some meaning in my words,
some solace in my thoughts,
some truth in the life that i love every day.
hmm. i want to write poetry.
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA.
ballpoint pen. i drew these fellows during my first class this morning; i was trying to stay awake, so i can’t speak much for my consciousness… they do look pretty nifty though, huh?
i might color this later.
also, my handwriting’s actually very neat; the squiggles are because i tried to write something, but my sleepiness got in the way and it came out garbly…
illustrativo : nevver : Simplicity
i’ve been avoiding reblogs, but i like this a lot. and i miss cycling!
link Δ // 141 ♥i wish more people put their emails on their blogs.
there are quite a few folks i’d like to write to but have no way of contacting.
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oh, follow-up:
i don’t think today’s youth are disappointing at all— what i think is disappointing is what we are expected to enjoy & how society patronizes us and panders to us. we’re intelligent and ferocious, darnit. we are capable of so much more.
& as thoughtitudes wrote, being a teenager is definitely a period of growth and figuring things out. but that doesn’t mean society needs to expect the worst of us.
so— sorry if that wasn’t clear, aha.
i was going to write a really long essay about how disappointing it is to be branded a "teen" in america,
and how most media aimed at us— that is, kids between the ages of 13-19— is so dumbed down and simplistic and just disappointingly awful, and about how i don’t submit my work to teen magazines because i don’t like the stigma they carry and i think i’m better than them and how that sounds arrogant but it’s true, in a sense,
and how i haven’t read a teen book in years and the teen section of b&n gives me absolute chills, but i read children’s books and adult books all the time, and why has america abandoned the teenager? why has america left us last, thought us the slowest, the most distracted, the most apathetic and unintelligent and uncaring? aren’t we the firepower, the energy, the inspiration? where did it go?
and i was going to write about all that and why it bothered me and how i thought we were or at least some of us are better than that, better than the low standards society sets for us, but i couldn’t figure out a way to word it without sounding awkward and horribly arrogant so i didn’t.
except i just did.
thoughts?
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wanted to make the title more interesting. don’t know if i succeeded. anyway, it’s been a while, so i feel justified. :D
Your posts are so heartfelt and REAL. They remind me of myself, or rather, what I wouldn’t tell anybody about me. That’s why I follow you.
wow… thank you. really, i’m incredibly glad to hear that. i’ve tried to tell nothing but the truth here, be nothing but the person i am here, and i’m very happy to see that’s coming through.
Happy Birthday, you talented soul. You’re the absolute coolest person I don’t know, but wish I did know, so that my life could be infinitely cooler.
aww, thanks! wish i could know you too— shoot me an email? outofocean@gmail.com, if you’d like.
have anything to say? the link’s also on my page, if you need to find it for some reason.
endofmarch : mypeterpancomplex : little gold poppy
i need to learn how to draw rabbits.
link Δ // 57 ♥re: if this day could get any better...
so today, i leaped i soared. but i came back to earth. today i leaped and i landed, broken, hurt, afraid.
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oh, my dear— please, please, please get an MRI! it’s really not safe for you to be dancing on an injured hip & you’re so young, you’ve got to get that taken care of. ask your parents if you can schedule something?
i hope you feel better and you find out what’s going on! take care. <3
well. i woke up a half-hour early.
time to finish my homework, i guess. i’m not going back to sleep.
good morning, world.
