Books, eating fruit, records, trying to understand this new language, riding bikes, drinking soda, making stuff and doing things, zines, my beautiful dog Louie (RIP), self imposed deadlines, trying to sleep, my heart pounding out of my chest, sleeping with the windows open during a spring rain, hugs from good friends, traveling to strange places, feeling fearless, acrobatics, vegan baking, my skeleton apron, screenprinting, sewing by hand and breaking needles off in my machine, homemade tattoos, my favorite flower only existing in a different country, free food, quantum physics, flat shoes, my family.
No one. But I do have a question. How is it that every girl alive learned how to do her hair and I never did? Are there lessons I somehow missed? I always thought you just brushed it and that was it.
His Hero is Gone, Submission Hold, Dystopia, Des Ark, Dead Prez, Tragedy, Sigur Ros, Man is the Bastard, Doom, Gnarles Barkley, Charles Bronson, Soophie Nun Squad, The Empress, Robert Johnson, Woodie Guthrie, MDC, Beauty Pageant, Five Day Messiah, Andre 3000, Istanbullies, Minor Threat, Le Tigre, Bikini Kill, The Gossip, White Knuckle Driver, Ten Grand/The Vidablue, Six Inch Voice, Ricky Fitts, Great Redneck Hope, Blood Brothers, Zombie Zombie, Book of Maps, Crispus Attucks, Los Crudos, Crass, This Bike is a Pipe Bomb, Small Brown Bike, Cattle Decapitation, Q and Not U, Chinese Stars, Horse the band, The Faint, Cream Abdul Babar.. on&on&on
I'll read anything. And by anything I mean.. you know.. cereal boxes, maps, dictionaries... I read cookbooks from cover to cover. The two most beautiful books I have read thus far were actually zines. Comic zines at that: Invincible Summer and Sounds of Your Name.
She was so strong.