“It’s great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn’t need a shoulder? What if they need the arms or something like that? You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things.”—Perks of Being A Wallflower (via thetenthofseptember)
It’s too late to fix this. What’s the point? This is all so pointless. Sorry I tried so hard. Just next time that I see you, just remind me not to act just like I care. All those memories you killed, you’re just burning bridges you helped build. And everything that I say, I hope it brings you back to that one day. All I have left to do is to just keep reminding myself to forget about you.
J&SO this semester asked us to question,experience and incorporate (The Still Life:The Everyday Object) in our first assignments to the introductory subject. I thought after my everyday and what is most important to me, and that is memories. My Nanna died when I was one, just after my first birthday. After nearly 18 years, my mum says I am now exactly like her. My hair, my fingers, my height and my physique. It’s kind of amazing. Everything I see in life and everything I do has some kind of connection to her. She ate chico babies everyday, drunk tea and gave me sneaky bits of biscuits that I wasn’t meant to be eating. She was a cheeky little lady, yet sickness got the worst of her. Breast Cancer took over her life. Hospitals everyday, cold and grey her life became. I was too young to know where she had gone and what had become of her once colourful life. Her everyday became bleak, yet so dark. The colour that the cancer had sucked out of her life was replaced with me, her first granddaughter. The only grandchild she was ever to hold or love on this earth.
Therefore, I have decided to dedicate my J&SO assignment to my dear Francis Elizabeth McDonald. My beautiful Nan, a lady who was always full of flowers and sunshine no matter how much hurt the cancer placed upon her. My Nan was everything, and she still is. My wish is to honour her in my jewellery, to take her favourite scarfs which to used to accentuate the beauty of her life and make them into a beautiful extravagant neckpiece with fabric rosettes. Then, with single rosettes I wish to make rings for those who were close to her. Those who got to experience her love, and were lucky enough to know her. Those who were with her everyday of her amazingly beautiful life.
“look around you luke, this is what you want for your mind? for your life? you want it to be like this city? sweep all the nasty bits under the rug, and make everything okay? that’s why i don’t want you on medication. you might as well open up a starbucks in your mind, you follow me? don’t jump for the quick fix. this whole fucking city wants a quick fix. embrace your pain, make it a part of you.”—(via llantodelrostro)