K.K. Soul // Aircheck version
i may have gotten only ~4 hrs of sleep (<- EXTREMELY preventable and ENTIRELY my own fault i was just playing animal jam too late and then had to do all the dishes 💀) but i woke up feeling rested-ish AND have a kk slider song stuck in my head from a dream (idr which one i’ll figure it out if i have a moment). taking that as a sign that today will be a good day :D
the wee sing in sillyville diptych
wait actually did anybody watch wee sing. bc the meecy mice thing is from wee sing in the big rock candy mountains which i didn’t even like as a kid but so many of the other wee sing vhs tapes were SO GOOD. wee sing in the marvelous musical mansion… wee sing in sillyville… wee sing train… wee sing under the sea… utterly life changing cinema
I am a recreational Noticer. I love to Notice Things and Make Connections and Identify Patterns. This is one of my favorite activities and it requires me to behave in compulsively silly ways online.
Someday I will have my own place. My world won’t be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that.
For anyone yearning for this, i just want you to know it’s so lovely when it happens. You will come home and feel relief because it is a safe place. You will actually feel at home. You will decorate it with things that make you happy and cook meals for people who love you and play your favorite music whenever you choose. You will have a life there but you will also have a life beyond it. It will be yours. You will make it yourself.
This morning i went up to my rooftop and watched the sun rise over the city. i ate breakfast at my little table. The window is open and i need to do the dishes today but nobody is yelling at me about it. i am happy here. It’s so beautiful. It will be so beautiful.
its called the D: drive because you look at how much space is left on it and you go "D:"
Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.
Vincent van Gogh, from ‘The Letters of Vincent van Gogh’ — Theo van Gogh - 21st July 1882, tr. Arnold Pomerans
it does take like a thousand years but the pure sensory delight of opening a pomegranate and prising the seeds loose with the side of your thumb to hear that delicate low drumming as they fall into a glass bowl is. entirely worth it.
sometimes my favourite part is taking a tiny metal spoon to slowly stir them around, listening and feeling intently as the seeds bump against each other. and then scoop them out of the bowl only to let them fall back in again. little red footfalls of rain on the roof. glorious.