in which i move to new york city

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the odditity that is my life.

tomorrow my internet will be turned off.

it will also be friday. and 2 days before my friends go back to europe. it will also be a day that i don’t eat cookies.

it will be a day where i stress out about moving, and packing and u-hauls.

also i will probably stress out about how i am going to make dinner in time for everyone to eat at 7.

i can’t say i am going to miss being so stressed out. because stress stalks us constantly, wherever you are or go or exist. but it’s the ability to cope that is different in different environments. and for me, being to the only person for at least a good 10 feet is really quite a necessity for my peace of mind. 

i will miss the opportunities for endless entertainment and fun. and meeting random people in random places. or watching them do silly things. i’m sure people gain some entertainment watching me do silly things. i’ll miss it i guess. but i am happy to be leaving.

— 2 years ago
the scene. {a poem of sorts}

NIIGHTLY IT DOTH CRAWL AWAY, THE SLIPPING SCENE, THE NIGHTLY FRAY, AND WHERE IT DOTH MAKE SLITHERING SLEW, KNOWS NOT THE TOWNSMEN, OR KNOW YOU. FOR NIGHTLY IT DOTH DISAPEER, FROM HOUSE AND HOME AND HEARTH TO PEER. BUT TALES THEY TELL OF SLIPPERING DOOM, MAKE DARK THE SHADOWS OF THE ELEPHANT GLOOM.  AND THOUGH THEY SAY OF SHADOWS OF NIGHT, THE DARK THAT FALLS IS FULL OF NIGHT, SLIPPING SOFTLY ON WHISPERED FEET, THE GLOOMY GOBLINS DO RETREAT, WHAT SAY YOU FOR THE ENDLESS NIGHT, TO SLIP IN SHADOWS AND THEN ALIGHT. THE NIGHT IS SOON OVER THE MOON, AND THE GLOOMY DAY DAWNS BRIGHT AT NOON. AND SO WHISPER AS YOU SING THE TALE, AND NEVER DOUBT THOSE SHIVERING WAILS.
~chelsea

— 2 years ago
#poem  #poetry 
what will i do with no internet.

i come from a land where we have no internet.

well that’s not exactly true. the island i am from does have internet, it’s just that my parents house does not… then i moved to nyc, and suddenly this whole world i never even knew could take up hours and hours and hours transcended mine.

but it’s really just because i have my own apartment and therefore can choose whether or not to have internet that makes the difference. because, really, like some antiquated specimen i could drag my laptop to the library.  this does not seem appealing now that i have been spoiled with reaching over the side of my bed, turning on my computer and communicating with the world without setting one foot on the ground.

eh. whatever. i shall leave you with a picture of lana del rey that i took a few weeks ago at her concert here in the city. i shall attempt to write about that experience next time..

— 2 years ago
i want to be tavi.

this is less about new york city, and more about my own personal follies.

i think we all think we can be great bloggers. and they make it easy for us, that is how sites like tumblr thrive, on all half-hearted blogging and slowly-evolving-into-photo-sharing-ness.

the truth is, there are not that many famous bloggers. well there are. but you know what i mean. of course this point could be easily contested, but you have to realize it all makes sense in my mind.

well it’s just that i’m not tavi, and i probably don’t have the motivation to ever be. so what is it she has that i don’t? passion for a certain subject? a gift for manipulating the internet? talent, beauty, and eye for trend? i think it’s motivation.

and sadly motivation has yet to grow on tree’s, come in a bottle, or be picked up hitchhiking on the side of the road.

and so i leave you with a picture by edward gorey that i found on tavi gevinson’s blog. mainly because i feel as if edward gorey was a motivated illustrator. but probably it’s because i want to be tavi.

— 2 years ago with 1 note
#blogging  #blogs  #tavi  #tavi gevinson 
"in the winter i want to live in the oven. in the summer i want to live in the freezer."
— 2 years ago
community.

probably you aren’t like me. probably you don’t become obsessed with television shows and then will not stop watching them until you have exhausted every episode with a 78 hour period.

this happened with dollhouse, and firefly, and friends, and big bang theory, and, ahem, gossip girl…

and now, thanks to hulu i can watch every episode of community i hadn’t yet discovered in its first three seasons. i don’t know what i am doing on tumblr, i should be watching community.

— 2 years ago
muse about the sun.

is new york city for the introverted? or does that belong to some island in the sea. where it’s easy to wander and be alone. here we don’t do that. you are never far from someone else. but new york is a funny state of mind. because even with all the people gadding about, there is no reason to talk to one of them. you can parade around essentially unnoticed.

on rainy days, when the air is suspended in the sound of water, and the car horns seem faded and distant, i almost like it, from the safety of my room. but new york in the sunshine can be wonderful. it isn’t lit by electric florescent, it’s the purity of sun and concrete and paint and glass. it’s when central park overflows with sun-bathers, and suddenly there are a whole lot more bodies than you ever thought could fit in one place. its kind of wonderful.

— 2 years ago with 2 notes
times square and british royalty.

times square and british royalty.

— 2 years ago
dance in the dark. (or night of swedish indie folk rock)

the lights remained dim. and the music remained loud. i found my hearing disappearing even before it all began. i like those concert experiences where everyone is so in love with the music that they love everyone around them too. more often than not that doesn’t happen. 

last night i had the pleasure of seeing one of my most favourite bands of all time:

thinking i was drastically late, and also hopelessly lost, i was forced to hail a cab. i have since lost my trust in google maps.

but of course it turned out i was not late. i was in fact early. i had enough time to wait by the intimidating people stationed by the door, have two large B’s drawn on my hands, and watch as people wandered about looking for extra tickets. and then i was inside. it was dark and old, and the paint was pealing back to reveal floral wallpaper, not unlike the dress i was wearing that would garner much attention later on. 

and then you wait for a bit, and watch and listen to the other people around you. the opening act plays, and they are good, but you realize how much better they could be when the band you came to see comes out..

and you stand there, there in the midst of this crowd. there is that obnoxious guy who weasels his way in front of you and is too drunk to notice the icy looks you’re shooting at his ugly jean jacket. and you might “accidentally” poke him in the back a few times with your cell phone when he inches into the space you’ve claimed as yours.

but otherwise, it’s perfect. and perfect is when you want to kill yourself during the sad songs, and feel like you could fly during the happy ones. and you fall in love with the music.

but that might just be my ideological view of the world.

oh ya, the band is called “first aid kit”.

— 2 years ago
some occupy wall-street people in union square.

some occupy wall-street people in union square.

— 2 years ago