#dashboard+confessions

[brooklynislandgirl]

@whosxafraid  

[dashboard-confessions]

Piece of wisdom; when trees begin to change, you have the opportunity to stop and appreciate the golden leaves. You too will get old, and when you do the world you grew up in will be left behind. Grieve of you must, but see the beauty in those fallen leaves and celebrate the newness of spring when it comes.

[dashboard-confessions]

Welcome to a new blog.

In Dashboard Confessions, my goal is to publish interesting confessions with interesting commentary.

Only Anonymous confessions will be published! All are welcome to submit confessions.

I'll see you in the booth!

[music]

Over the past 18 months, 40 of our favorite artists on Tumblr have opened up their Ask Boxes and their hearts in a conversational Q&A series we aptly named, Dashboard Confessions. 

All these other cool kids on Tumblr saw this and wanted to join in on the fun. Actors, comedians, authors, politicians (yeah they can be cool)... So today, June 5, 2015, we’re closing the book on the old series, to bring you an even better Q&A experience, Answer Time. It’s not just for musicians anymore. 

Check out the archive here to reminisce about what artists like charlixcx, A$AP Rocky (flackojodyeseason), majorlazer, asapferg, skyferreira, the-orwells, passion-pit-music, xdannyxbrownx and others had to say. 

[peachouli]

I am little and soft and sleepy I am a very tired girl who needs kisses and hugs and for you to play with my hair.

[peachouli]

There's this saying "Don't be sad that it's over, be happy it happened" I'm trying so hard to look at us that way but I don't want it to be done I don't want you to be gone I don't want it to end even though I know you have to leave I'm so selfish.

[icarcissus]

Part of growing up is leaving the comforts of your house.

[icarcissus]

Instead of writing my poetics, I am here writing about my difficulty grappling with the process. Writing my poetics is different from writing my poems for the manuscript. With the poems, I can play around with language. I can trust the language to lend its voice to me (and mine to it) without revealing or giving myself away too much. With the poems, I am assured that the multiplicity of meanings I can generate through writing them will give me (the self) a space to hide while being at the center or the interlocutor between the reader and the language. It means I can be part of the production without being on stage.

You see, I cannot properly articulate the madness and sadness in literal terms. Because my madness and melancholy are profoundly unbearable for me, I always have to resort to the figurative use of language. To explain them in literal terms would be agonizing. I need to utilize metaphors (images of objects perceivable by the senses) as vessels in order to ferry across my emotions which are profound and intense if delivered in literal terms. In the case of writing my poetics, I am forced to take center stage and in the lime light which means I have to enact the emotions and dig deep through my reserve (or memory) of deeply disturbing experiences.