Molly May

Observer and adventurer of the universe; for how strange and lovely it is to be anything at all.

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 #littleinfinities 

Original Composition for The Fault In Our Stars

This is an original composition written by myself as my entry for  #littleinfinities on May 10th in London! :)

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I'm rebloging my  #littleinfinities entry because the competition is ending tomorrow! Because of this i'd like to take the opportunity to thank the wonderful people who are so dedicated to the creation, inspiration, production, funding and loyalty to The Fault In Our Stars movie. To recreate a story so intricate and wonderful which not long ago lived as a dream in the equally intricate mind of the equally wonderful John Green - with the dedication and passion that has gone into the project...that's something truly inspiring in itself, and something which has inspired me beyond measure. I would so greatly adore to go to the  #littleinfinities screening as this story is one which I hold so close; the one I hold the closest, where I find within it a home. It's a story which has moulded and changed the way I apprehend the world, and also myself. From the moment of reading this story, there was nothing in my life that wasn’t alive with meaning and that wasn’t capable of suggesting weird and hidden significances and metaphors, which for lack of anything better to call them, opened up the possibility of The Infinite. If to share a connection with a story could be compared to being in love with a story, then it would be to be suddenly united with the most inspired and the most outrageously alive part of yourself, a part which not only lives in the quiet moments of reading the story but also who lives in the day to day lives we lead...then this is the story I am in love with. The book lights up all these meanings which buzz like atoms all around us. Everything becomes terrifyingly and beautifully complex; everything was terrifyingly and beautifully simple. Nothing goes unnoticed and everything carried with it a kind of drama and infinity. The readers of this book and those dedicated people who invisioned this project from the begining show that buzz and life and love for the story too, one that is impossible to fall back from, one you'd never try to, never want to...and i'm so thankful that the homosapians of the Earth are blessed with this infinitely wonderful story.

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It was a once in a lifetime thing. I hate to think it but I bet it's true. It's too bad for us that our once in a lifetime happened when were too young to handle it. The things I regret are things I didn't do. In the end, that's what we mourn. The paths we didn't take. All I wanted was what I'd already had. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was where I used to walk. What was ignited when I loved you continues to burn. But that’s of small importance to you now, and that’s how it should be. Everything is in its place. The past rests, breathing faintly in the darkness. It no longer holds me as it used to; now I must reach back to touch it. It is night and I am alone and there is still time, a moment more. I am standing on a long black stage, with a circle of light on me, which is my love for you, enduring. I have escaped, or have been expelled, from eternity and am back in time. But I step out once more to sing this aria, this confession, this testament without end. My arms open wide, not to embrace you but to embrace the world, the mystery we are caught in. There is no orchestra, no audience; it is an empty theater in the middle of the night and all the clocks in the world are ticking. And now for this last time, I don’t mind, or even ask if it is madness: I see your face, I see you, you; I see you in every seat.

Scott Spencer. 

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Chocolate In The Night 

In summertime 2011, my brother Laurie, my mama Amy, our two close friends Suzy Wilson and Paul Clark; more commonly known to the world as our Elf Mother and Elf Father, and myself went to stay in a beautiful house in South France. It was in a vineyard and smelt like wine and hazy evenings and fresh bread, and during the holiday I had an ear baby as I spent alot of time exploring in the clear and deep lagoons and a fish decided to move in with me. That may be why this video was made due to having a small fish close by me to influence my brain's decisions...enjoy B-) 

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Night Sky

The night sky is like the most intricate and beautiful art gallery all around us, yet it can both terrify me and intise me with life long wonder and inability to ever completley understand it at the same time. Like a friend who you think is intricate and beautiful and endlessly somebody you want to discover the undiscovered non-understandings about, but you are terrified to loose. Which is unthinkable because for as much as we know, the sky is here to stick around for us, just as close friends are if you trust in that and do your part to make them feel the way that reflects how you know them to be. Yet we still doubt and wonder and question the universe. I don’t know what it takes to trust a life that isn’t permenant and may contain no permenant details, and despite that, how to be okay with living it. Change makes the existing part interesting, and I’m thankful for it…however it can be a ’s scary and unknown thing too, like the universe above us.

Existance tip: watching the night sky with a friend lessens the likelihood of thinking this way.

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A Letter From John Steinbeck To His Son

New York, November 10th 1958

Dear Thom.

We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.

First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second—There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you—of kindness and consideration and respect—not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply—of course it isn’t puppy love.

But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it—and that I can tell you.

Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

If you love someone—there is no possible harm in saying so—only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another—but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.

We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.

And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Love,

Pa. 

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The Pixar Orchestra

This is one of my favourite movie scores by a composer who inspires me very much, and has caused me to be shunned by the youthz at a party where somebody asked me if they could borrow my iPod to play music out loud on, and this came onto the shuffle. I carried on dancing to it my dear Pixar Orchestra :)

*level up*

For future musical education and life… Great clubbing music: Nemo Egg

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 #littleinfinities 

This is an original composition written by myself as my entry for  #littleinfinities on May 10th in London! :)

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Dusk in the summertime; A film with an identity complex as it was in fact, as factual as time can be, in the autumn.

This is one of my really early collection of recored moments which made it into a short film, in which I went downstairs once…*nostalgic look into the depths of the previously mentioned soup bowl*

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Historical event: My anointment to the tumblr cult!

Hey there homies, fellow explorers, homosapians, and other wonderous beings! My name is Molly May, and i’m a teenager bean. I really like introducing myself to people usually by hug or face lick or elaborate handshake, however online it is really difficult so here is a gif of my face that was given to me on my birthday and that I grew myself. I’ll be posting stories, photographs, short films, existance documentations, and other things which I love and hope people will love and want to share their shizzle about too. I’m really interested in cinematography and story telling and so i’d love for people to ask questions and talk to me of the things which inspire you too :) I’ll be opening a blog soon for your stories and wonderings; a place for sharing the depths of your soup bowl souls. Okay this was cool. We should do this again some time.

*elaborate handshake face lick hug* Molly x