Sunday, March 21, 2010

youthnovels.

my fave artist's birthday was on saturday.
LYKKE LI!
anyone who knows me. knows I love her. she is talent. unadulterated talent. unafraid of being exactly who she is. be it weird. crazy or watevs. she does the most, to say the least. dances like no one's watching. sings whatever you're afraid to say.

enough gush though. the proof is in the pudding.





ugh. she takes this awesome ass KOL song that she already has a genius cover recorded for. and does an acoustic version. LIVE. swoooooooon.

and even if you're not into her music i'm sure you could appreciate her art it all the same. 
:)

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

paper dolls.

I'm not one who makes friends easily.
self-proclaimed loner here. well recovering at least.
over the years I've become more socially adept, of course.
but I'm still extremely private.
I live in my head. I'm comfortable there. 
plus,
given my formerly unstable relationship with my mother. I had/have trust issues when it comes to women. 
my romantic relationships were my crutches. I wasn't one of those who'll say. 
"yeah I hate girls. that's why I have so many guy friends."
no.
I just had whatever boyfriend taking up space at that moment. I felt no need for women friends.

as I grew older, though. in age and in mind. wisdom, if you will. 
I began to see the importance of women friends.
the crux of it is.
there are so many women out here who are anti-woman.
I never believed my self a woman-hater.
I just didn't feel the need to surround myself with them.
we are the crabs-in-a-barrel gender.
we'd rather slamdance each other emotionally. oftentimes for the sake of a man.
horrible.
up until recently. I was aware of this on a general, impersonal level. call me naive,
I forgot it happens in real life.

in all honesty,
I'm a heart-on-my-sleeve/loyaler than a mug/ride or die/ready to spill blood at a moment's notice. sort of friend/relative when I open myself to you in that regard.
and I expect the same in return.
which works in theory with women. but most times not in practice.
my point being, I had an experience with an ex-friend.
that ultimately ended over 
surprise, surprise. a man.
it was surreal, to say the least.

it's just disheartening. 
I want women to be women. and love each other for being so.
to love themselves. 
not to view each other as expendable if "prince charming"  or "sir captain douchebag playing dress-up as prince charming" comes riding along on a white horse.
we should be our biggest cheerleaders.
we should validate ourselves. validate each other.
lift and love.
lift and love. 
that's all I ask.

p.s. maybe i'll do a post on what happened. 
but who knows.
*shrug*

exhale.

hell week is over.
well.
I still have class tomorrow. but with 2 papers and a midterm in 72 hours behind me. I can breathe easy.
happy happy joy joy.