Mar 7, 2021
Felt inspired by youtuber Nim Aranel who rewrites songs to suit other characters (Elsa singing I am Moana and Moana sings Into The Unknown) and decided to write a few song variations for my characters. Maybe I’ll even post them.
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Felt inspired by youtuber Nim Aranel who rewrites songs to suit other characters (Elsa singing I am Moana and Moana sings Into The Unknown) and decided to write a few song variations for my characters. Maybe I’ll even post them.
one of my favorite things written by John Mayer circa 2008
(no matter how many years it has been, this post I read years ago has been revisited countless times because it’s good for my soul)
This is about us all. Every one of us. Who all seem to know deep down that it's incredibly hard to be alive and interact with the world around us but will try and cover it up at any cost. For as badass and unaffected as we try to come off, we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears, if only it was worded right. And I don't want to act immune to that anymore. I took the biggest detour from myself over the past year, since I decided that I wasn't going to care about what people thought about me. I got to the point where I had so much padding on that, sure, I couldn't feel the negativity, but that's because I couldn't feel much of anything. And I think I'm done with that. I'm not the first person to admit we're all self conscious, Kanye was. But what I want to do is to shed a little light on why we're all in the same boat, no matter the shape of the life we lead: because every one of us were told since birth that we were special. We were spoken to by name through a television. We were promised we could be anything that we wanted to be, if only we believed it and then, faster than we saw coming, we were set loose into the world to shake hands with the millions of other people who were told the exact same thing. And really? Really? It turns out we're just not all that special, when you break it down. Beautifully unspectacular, actually. And that truth is going to catch up with us whether we want to run from it or not. The paparazzo following me to the gym ain't gonna be Herb Ritts and the guy he's following ain't gonna be Bob Dylan. It's just a matter of how old you are once you embrace that fact. And for me, 30 sounds about right. What now, then? I can only really say for myself: Enjoy who I am, the talents and the liabilities. Stop acting careless. In fact, care more. Be vulnerable but stay away from where it hurts. Read. See more shows. Of any kind. Rock shows, art shows, boat shows. Create more art. Wear hoodies to dinner. Carry a notebook and hand it to people when they passionately recommend something and ask them to write it down for me. Root for others. Give more and expect the same in return, but over time. Act nervous when I'm nervous, puzzled when I don't know what the hell to do, and smile when it all goes my way. And never in any other order than that. And when it's all over, whether at the end of this fabulous career or of this life, which I hope takes place at the same time, I should look back and say that I had it good and I made the most of it while I was able. And so should you. I'm going quiet now. John
Welp I guess I'm cool now
Now I feel kinda weird after writing that last poem
My friends all call me lame because I don't curse so I've decided to start cursing
on Tumblr, at least
And then there were the duds. As soon as a photographer says, “Relax,” I know it’s all over. All he sees is a short Jewish girl from the Midwest whom he needs to make into a star. “Relax” makes me feel inadequate and stiff. I never knew how to behave in those moments when I knew someone couldn’t see me. Inwardly, I would disappear.
Selma Blair, “Mean Baby: A Memoir of Growing Up” (Knopf, May 17, 2022)
You would think that masks are a good thing bc I can hide the half of my face that I hate the most, but actually I’m self-concious that now when I meet new people and eventually take the mask off I’m gonna disappoint them with my face
Too Short
Parent:*looks around the front gate* *mumbles*Where is she/he?
Child:*standing right in front of parent,waiting to be noticed*
*10 minutes passed*
Child:Mom!/Dad!
Parent:*surprised to see child in front of them*when and how did you get there?!
Child:I've been standing right in front of you for the past 10 minutes?
Parent:*in an apologetic tone*I'm sorry dear,I didn't see you there!You weren't in my line of vision,I guess your too short...
Child:*a cartoon arrow went pas through their chest* *clutches their chest* *snickers of taller classmates in the background* I-It's o-okay,don't worry mom/dad,it's fine...*dejectedly think* am I really that short?!But mom/dad is an average height a-and I'm still gonna grow right?!Am I always gonna stay short for the rest of my line?! *in the outside smiling like nothing happened*
Parent:Are you okay?
Child:Y-yeah!
When I did yoga, I was nervous about Caroline hearing/seeing me Why? Why not just do it in the living room?