worrier

[firstfullmoon]

Molly McCully Brown, “Virginia, Autumn”

[lifeinpoetry]

i think my body is afraid of being a body again. it was nothing for the longest time.

Meggie Royer, from Missed Connection (via lifeinpoetry)

[kotodeg-molly]

all the ways im fluid and uncoordinated

clumsy and untrained and graceful and floating

gone

beyond

in body

for once

[kotodeg-molly]

fear of

the only way i can connect to sensuality

urgency

exhaustion and keeping It up every day

how it becomes a caricature

It’s interesting how dancing for an hour began to develop into self consciousness, a worry that I was jst “dancing around” and being repetitive. whats the difference btwn dancing arnd and dancing?

[elanormcinerney]

Beyoncé | Lemonade (Script)

Mina Loy | Songs to Joannes

Kim Hyesoon | Sorrowtoothpaste Mirrorcream

Méret Oppenheim | Pelzhandschuhe

Beyoncé | Lemonade (Script)

The Company of Wolves (1984)

Caitlin R. Kiernan | The Drowning Girl: A Memoir

Bhanu Kapil | Treinte Ban: a psychiatric handbook to accompany a work undone.

Spit Temple: The Selected Performances of Cecilia Vicuña

Beyoncé | Lemonade (Script)

[kotodeg-molly]

i care abt this MV less, bt the song is jst stuck on me

[kotodeg-molly]

The one I watched every day, which led to Cliff’s Edge being rec’ed consistently

[kotodeg-molly]

1 crisp hour, the same song 20 times? ppl may stay fr an hour bt begin to resent the song. bt an hours playlist is a party. a hours repetition allow development?

[kotodeg-molly]

worries. shoudnt jst dance to a pop song, synthesization in the song itself. the reason i wanted to collab w my friend who makes music. dancing to nonmusical soundpieces.

[kotodeg-molly]

1 crisp hour, the same song 20 times? ppl may stay fr an hour bt begin to resent the song. bt an hours playlist is a party. a hours repetition allow development?

[kotodeg-molly]

thinking i will dance fr my final crit. set up fr a few hours in crit 1, sunday or monday night. filmed w a closed door, those who know can stop by?

went thro so much music trying to feel what makes me dance without being too club loaded (beyonce is out), bt honestly ive jst been only abt cliff’s edge lately. i watch the music video pretty much every day now, which is funny, i didnt like it as much before a couple weeks ago. i watch hayley kiyoko’s girls like girls mv every day still, which itd always be rec’ed after it, bt only recently, suddenly, would have it in my head all the time and craving listening to it.

so what if i had it on repeat. i want to dance fr a long time, not jst a single song’s worth. and dance fr me is like ultimate improvisation, constant creativity. the transition frm one movement to the next, frm one body position to the next. diff dances to the same song over and over, having to come up w new reactions to the same sounds, or i mean underlining that i am (since i am anyway/either way, i cant replicate any of my past dances)

bt im interested in a playlist too. significant looks in song choices.

[hergraymatter22-deactivated2016]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBvPEmEkpkg)

AND last but not least. MY MOTHER FREAKING GIRL “KAELYNN KK HARRIS”. GOT. DAMN. YOU BE KILLIN. THAT. SHIT. I LOVE YOU.

[fuks]

[cumotion]

this is my favorite fr

[shihlun]

Žilvinas Kempinas | 000 Magnetic tape, fans, 2006.

[kotodeg-molly]

[imfineitsnothing-deactivated202]

Grace Dunham, so perfectly, here.

[arabellesicardi]

my wise and calming friend

[kotodeg-corin]

i talked to samara golden last night abt terror. i think we both didnt have much to Say about it bt i felt a terror in her work and i feel a terror in myself and i told her abt the night my friends and i broke onto the roof of my old apartment where i lived on the top floor and had a skylight. and i didnt let my friends look in anyone else’s skylight bt mine, when we found it, and how i looked into my skylight into a sudden dollhouse diorama of my sophomore college life. we couldn’t see the door or the walls or any point of reference except the floor and the couch my roommate brought with him when we moved in and the few things we had scattered on the floor and that red round rug. we couldnt see the walls so there was no point of reference of depth or distance and there was my house, with its couch my roommate brought with him when we moved in and our small few scattered things and the rug and it was all small and far away and just for a dollhouse. how disturbed i felt.

ive been reading thro my image dump tumblr ive had this whole 4 years and how much of my writing is about terror, tho i didnt know then.