Following:Time To Rise And Sunshine
It’s not that I don’t want to fall in love, get married, etc. I’m just wore with this topic always rising to the pinnacle and peak of conversation. I am a whole person. I don’t need to be completed. And it’s not my job to hunt down a man. That is all. Now everyone go away.
— Anthony Bourdain (via theselittlewondersstillremain)
After graduation requirements: Photos, family, friends.
Instead of a guest book have your guests highlight their favorite bible passage and sign next to it. The bride and groom will be able to go through these passages together.
Happy birthday, Saul Bass, greatest graphic designer of all time.
So part of me feels a little sad that I didn’t drink any on my 21st birthday, but then I remember all the people I was able to spend time with. Laughing over silly YouTube videos, playing Dominion at the BCM, and general shenanigans with some of the best friends ever made the evening so worthwhile. I probably will drink alcohol. At some point. I just don’t want to try to have exclusive birthday plans that limit who comes, so I can have my first legal drink on the day I am officially legal. It’s overrated.
Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”
I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.
The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?
The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?
Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”
No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.”