I can't go on, I'll go on

Things that I liked throughout the week and things that are Sunday post-worthy. Anything without a source (most likely provided with click-through links) is mine.

Karlie Kloss photographed by Annie Leibovitz for Vogue 2009

Lula Magazine

 

So I started packing this week. My family is moving houses because the people whom we are renting our current house from apparently want to move back in, and so we were given three months to find a new house and move all of our things. I didn't know that was actually allowed. Hm.

It doesn't really bother me too much though. The new house is a lot prettier and it's not too far. My new bedroom has its own bathroom and a big window right at the front of the house. It's also a little bit bigger. The only thing that I really hate is the process of moving itself. I hate packing up all my things. I hate not having posters on my walls and boxes in the middle of the room. I feel like the bedroom reflects the person. I always keep my room neat (in my own way) and having all my things everywhere just makes me feel really unorganized and crazy and all I want to do is sleep. Which I've been doing a lot of. I don't know. I am just really sad and tired all the time, and I just want to put all my posters up in my new room and sit on the floor and listen to depressing records. Which I can't, because all my records are packed away already. Ugh.

I threw away a lot of pages out of magazines that I ripped out, because they were all taped-up and ripped anyway. It is going to be a pain redecorating. I don't know if I am going to be able to recreate the magic that was my room.

I guess that from the outside it looks like a mess, but I like to think of it as organized chaos. I try to keep kind of a Violet Harmon meets The Virgin Suicides meets Pinterest vibe, because my life is basically American Horror Story, except everyone is a little bit less hot.

Photo by Corinne Day

American Horror Story

This dude is writing a poem a day and posting them on tumblr, and they're gorgeous and make me want to cry. Also Zooey Deschanel is a "fucking feminist" because she freaking says so; no amount of saddle shoes or Peter Pan collars or skeptical articles should have any effect on the fact that she is a strong woman who believes that women should have the right to make their own choices about their lives and bodies.

This week wasn't the greatest. It started out really nicely and just kind of went on for too long. There was nothing too exciting and I got some news that made me really surprised and then I got disappointed and I am just ready for it to be Monday again, as hard as it is to admit. I need a clean slate.

And that's all I needed to say. I'm sad and sleepy and lost. Good night.