Sunday, 15 July 2018
i want to write about Mizz and Bliss magazine and the article about the summer perfumes that i can still remember bottle for bottle. i want to write about manifestation and intention. i want to write about my summer perfumes and lists of my top favourites. i want to write about perfumes for every season. about the handmaids tale, the virgin suicides. about my summer playlist. about walking round the park at dusk. about how my skin smells after three applications of hawaiian tropic and elizabeth arden's green tea summer. about writing. about hoop earrings. about nose bleed Graceland seats. i want to write about moving to london and uplifting my life after such a long time of being so low. i want to write about something funny and something sad. i want to write about running, and blogging and articles and promotional pictures from perfume ads and debut albums and that animal crossing advert from 2006 and about every single experience i have ever had that makes me, me.
Summer games
i found an entry in my journal dated the 14th of may, two months ago. a month and a bit ago i was at a wedding that changed my perception on how i tackled an opportunity i was scared of. a month and a little bit less ago, i was at my first audition for the opportunity. two weeks and a bit ago i left my job, two weeks ago today i did my second audition for the opportunity, a week and three days ago i found out that i was successful in that opportunity and will be going to LDN later in the year. it's been a mad month.
it's been a month and a half (especially this fuckin Cancer season) of being faced with the past and the future immediately. both really vying for my attention and both of them overwhelming. things got really dark, worse than dark, things simultaneously got very clear-headed.i was very rational in what i decided i would have to do if i didn't get in. my whole life experience has taught me not to want, because i don't get it. i never have. but i wanted this, more than i could say. and i'm so proud that i showed up for myself, again and again, even when i was frightened.
here's what i've been listening to:
it's been a month and a half (especially this fuckin Cancer season) of being faced with the past and the future immediately. both really vying for my attention and both of them overwhelming. things got really dark, worse than dark, things simultaneously got very clear-headed.i was very rational in what i decided i would have to do if i didn't get in. my whole life experience has taught me not to want, because i don't get it. i never have. but i wanted this, more than i could say. and i'm so proud that i showed up for myself, again and again, even when i was frightened.
here's what i've been listening to:
- summer games - drake
- watch me fall apart - sarah jaffe
- my baby needs a shepherd/ red dirt girls - emmylou harris
- piledriver waltz - alex turner
- hot knife - fiona apple
reading
- the water cure - sophie mackintosh
- the handmaid's tale - margret atwood (and watching)
- i am i am i am - maggie o'farrell
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