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If we get an election in 2028 (I wish I was joking) I hope whoever we have running as our democratic candidate is like a red blooded American type (could be any race/ethnicity/belong to any religion) and that the campaign song is Hair of the Dog by Nazareth.
2026 vs 2020
Girlsssss it’s J.D. Salinger Autumn!
Very heavy 24 hours. Went to the coast to be there to watch my cousin scatter my aunt’s ashes in the ocean. Went to her house that I associate with summer and childhood and candy, her things are already in boxes, the power had been shut off. It doesn’t feel like she’s really gone. I took film photos too but they’re not developed yet. On the drive home there was a huge rainbow over Aberdeen.
She can’t be gone because she is still everywhere.
Ok I’m NOT going to bleach my hair ever ever ever but this look has been on my mind all week. The spell the “Together Again” music video had over me throughout childhood, I was so deeply imprinted on by the styling of that video.
Romantic relationships are like anything else worth having in that they take effort everyday. Not the painstaking, grinding kind, but effort to be sweet and gentle and loving in spite of depression and sadness and the mundanity of everyday life. I need to remind myself not to default to selfishness, and it’s hard sometimes because most of my relationships before this one were so fair weather, so temporary feeling. Hoarding affection and empathy get people in big trouble. We are presented with such one dimensional depictions of love in media that have so little to do with the real thing. I’m only starting to understand this now.
My beautiful mama
It’s so trippy the way you can feel energy move and sort of breathe when you move furniture thats been sitting in the same place a long time, you can FEEL the energy unlock and shift. Doing this is very important for mental health and inspiration.
The coolest thing about me is that I can delete voicemails with my voice but seldom have I been in situations where I can demonstrate this unique talent.
Flashback to like a week before Covid-19 became a thing and I’m going through security in Barcelona to enter the Sagrada Familia where I’m about to have a psychedelic religious experience completely sober because it’s actually that ethereally beautiful but the security guard is going through my purse and finds my feral ass hair brush, basically a crusty musty ball of my Mediterranean and Jewish hair that has crossed oceans with me to get here, and they just look at me both like “bitch you live like this???” and “poor thing 🥲”.
One of the greatest gifts I gave to myself as a teenager was wanting a better grasp of classic rock and in turn listening to The Beatles discography in chronological order. If fell in love with them the same way so many people do and it’s been one of the more enduring relationships in my life. Every few years I always find my way back to them and it’s such a great comfort to fall in love all over again. In the romantic relationship I was in prior to the one I’m in now, they didn’t really care about The Beatles- I should have known it wouldn’t last! Happiness is a warm puppy and listening to The Beatles and remembering innocence and earnestness and feeling like the world can become a gentler, more colorful place. All you need is love. I’m so thankful to have them while this country is breaking my heart.
Why doesn’t Hollywood have heartthrobs the way it used to? Is it because the media machine is more of a tightly run ship now? Is it because with social media and constant surveillance people in the spotlight don’t really get to live their own lives and be their own people anymore? Is it because only the most hollow, malleable people are allowed to become movie stars now? The contemporary ones we’ve had thrust on us are Timothee Chalamet and Jacob Elordi but they’re both just so bland, so no vibe. Give me dumb as rocks Matt Dillon! Give me vegan junkie River Phoenix! Give me mysterious motorcycle Keanu! Give me creepy goblin man Crispin Glover!
Another thing I love about grunge is that it can be like flannels and ripped jeans and babydoll dresses with ripped tights but it can also be mixing random patterns and sequins and suede and shit that doesn’t match at all and baby it’s FASHION thats the look. Watched the Tupac movie Gridlock’d the other night (not good) but I loooooved the costumes for the girls. Lucy Liu had a minor role in it and her outfits were adorable, she looked like she got dressed in the dark and looked perfect.
I’ve been putting off writing about this because to accurately articulate what I’m talking about images are necessary but this week I have felt so painfully in love with 90s grunge styling, especially in movies from that time. It was such a cool time for beauty, in the fashion it could be minimalist or maximalist, but the makeup was very natural, effortless and beautiful. What a strange thing to happen in style before the internet, before people became so embarrassingly and stiflingly self aware, so plastic.
BITCH it’s about to be the summer of tube tops.
You heard it here first.
Spring is exploding right now and I feel so in love with my town lately, the state of Washington, so many beautiful flowers and trees, birds singing all day, frogs and crickets and owls at night. I’m remembering why I moved here, remembering why I believed I could have a future here. My life is still far from feeling settled but spring is so hopeful and healing. The way residential neighborhoods here take me back in time, to working class Seattle neighborhoods before so much of the city was torn down to build hideous condos, when there were still vacant lots with chain link fences, grannies with fixed incomes would paint their little 1 bedroom houses pink and decorate with birdbaths, wind chimes and tacky lawn ornaments. The future is boring, utilitarian, and cheaply made.
Old pix of me and my bad dog when he was a puppy in a Gunne Sax that I sold in a room full of plants that I killed all of over the years in a house I lived in that my at the time boyfriend’s millionaire parents bought on a whim to let us live in where we made each other miserable.