la mer

{preen by thornton bregazzi pre-fall 2015, photos courtesy of preen by thornton bregazzi by way of style.com}

today i read

it is the day where we talk about mental health, and i am not sure i want to talk about it, i am having a lot of thoughts about it, and i don't want to engage any of them right this minute. so. other people can talk. this is good, sad, helpful, true (sorry so tiny, click it, click it):

{sarah nicole pricket}

* snp tumblr ask january fifth

that is all.

saved my life (ff, fm)

we are doubling up today - saved my life and feminist monday. i planned on writing a wee bit about björk on friday, but honestly i just soaked in the new album and also the above tove lo song and had all the feels. oh the feels! you guys!! but also: so good. (reminds me a bit of medulla, which is my fave björk - intense close choral-ish harmonies that make me go ooooooof.) now on to the feminism.

{jessica hopper interviewing björk for pitchfork}

* the invisible woman: a conversation with björk

the whole interview is great, but particularly the discussion of women auteurs in music is worth reading.



happy monday, heart breakers and hearts broken.

saved my life

let's have all videos be dance videos like this video, okay?



obviously. first time ever i've liked sia labeouf.

happy monday, thick skins, elastic hearts.

today i read

{tweeted by anonymous}

 

{a beautiful awful not funny at all 'today in tab' - by bijan stephen}

{...}

{chronicle of a riot foretold - by jelani cobb}

{teaching our sons to be afraid is not the answer to cops who shoot children - by latoya perterson}

{the parable of the unjust judge or: fear of a nigger nation - by ezekiel kweku} 

i was a sensitive kid, am a sensitive adult.
rioting never made sense to me. destroying the place where you live - i never understood that rage and recklessness.
learning about the riots of 1968, although i understood the reasons, i could never get my head around the acts. the thought of it filled me with terror.

i am no longer afraid of the rioters.
nothing scares me more than guns except for white men.
i am no longer confused by the burning down of cities.

ff

a friend texted me yesterday, while i was out running work errands, that he was crying over the sentencing in the rehtaeh parsons case.

 

remember her? rehtaeh. we aren't supposed to use her name. remember? remember how well reporting went for her? remember that there was a photograph of her rape, and still she was blamed and shamed and doubted and mocked? remember how cruel the world was to her? remember how she did not survive it? remember how we grieved when she died?

 



{rehtaeh's father, delivering the victim impact statement yesterday as reported by the cbc}

'why wouldn't a person report an assault?'
'we are having a watershed moment!'

{amanda hess writes on rehtaeh for slate.com}

i don't know what justice would look like, exactly. i don't. but i know this isn't it. i don't like prison as a catch-all. but i want something. i want something better than this. a system that rips a girl to shreds when she has already been broken apart.

the system is broken. the system is sick and rotting at its core.

'why wouldn't a person report an assault?'
'we are having a watershed moment!'

forgive me if i am not a believer. forgive me if i am too tired, even, to cry for her again. and for the ones who never got brought out into the public eye, whose assaults stayed 'community matters', who will never even come close to this non-justice-justice, to being heard and believed and cared for.

happy friday, don't forget.

saved my life

way too many feels right now. oh world, whatever will we do with you?



happy monday, heavy hearts.

queen moonchild

{alexander mcqueen pre-fall 2014, photos courtesy of alexander mcqueen by way of style.com}

they were too dark

{piazza sempione pre-fall 2014, photos courtesy of piazza sempione by way of style.com}

saved my life (cheats)

so i ff-ed on monday, and i know that was for last week, but i have been having a hard time a lot lately, and today i just decided i don't want to engage. no, no. sorry. weak-ing out this week.

plus. this song. has been trying to kill me. it is everywhere. creeping out of everything. (just like the bugs. haha.) every web page i go to everywhere is telling me about majical cloudz. i get it, everything, i get it. i should've put this on here ages ago. sorry. sarah jay just found a 2 of diamonds on the ground, and it is that kind of a night. we are going dancing.



happy friday, whether your skeleton be out or in.

saved my life

i am nauseous with nostalgia this last week. last wednesday, eating nachos with sarahjay and roommatesarah and death cab for cutie playing in the bar, and us leaving to 'what sarah said'...

i've been back on death cab. as a result. transatlanticism, i'll follow you into the dark, lack of colo(u)r.



i was going to put up a video of a cat in a sweater having a hard time, but i'm too dark-and-moody today, so we'll save that for a cheerier time.

happy monday, grey skies.

can't get my head around it

this brunette girl is so the colouring i love. she reminds me to put on so much sunscreen cause ewww tans. her dewy-vampire-complexion is my favourite. (also. clothes. good. uh huh.)

{see by chloé resort 2014, photos courtesy of see by chloé by way of style.com}