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Tuesday, December 11, 2012
surreal manic pixie dream girl
I am talking to the woman of my dreams.
Feeling these vibes right now:
Feeling these vibes right now:
Monday, June 4, 2012
the first buzzes of a bee
This is my first post ever on my real live adulthood blog. It's sort of nerve wracking for me. I've taken a hiatus from writing since my mind has been in jumbles for the past two years. I blame this on personal mind, heart and spirit afflictions. I will most likely talk about these issues sooner or later. But right now, typing what I feel to an unknown web-iverse seems so peculiar. So, this is my experiment to see if I can finally get back into writing things that cause me to inspire, desire or set fire. I am hoping this is the catharsis I need.
I've always been quite fond of my name, Phoebe. I don't think there could have been any other name as perfect for me than the one I already have. The meaning behind my name goes to the gods, as in Greek mythology, Phoebe was not only one of the first Titans but also a moon goddess. Go figure, the first word I ever said was moon. That should mean something.... right? Like, I am meant to live on the moon or I'm descended from some kind of deity living in the heavens... or it can just be one big coincidence but THAT'S NO FUN.
My favorite part about the first day of school was always introducing myself in front of my classmates, explaining who I was and what makes me different from everyone else in my class. I've always felt that I have a gnawing in the back of my head, reminding me that I'm different. I'd always say something like, "My name is Phoebe and my library are always overdue," while everyone else had the same generic answer of, "Yeah, uh, my name is Amanda and I like the beach." Okay, this sounds really pretentious to say, but I've always feared being a boring person. I never want that to be me. One of my favorite quotes is from Mena Suvari in American Beauty where she says, "I don't think there's anything worse than being ordinary." That quote has always stayed with me throughout the years and adequately defines me as the woman I've grown into. And the woman I've grown into... this is strange. I never thought I'd be who I am now; a strong woman with her own opinions who has overcome emotional and mental abuse. I know what I love and what I dislike. I finally feel like I am coming into my own. I know who I am, finally! Everything seems like it is slowly coming together after all years of strife.
And as a matter of fact, it's already two days past my birthday. I've been 23 for 48 hours and so far, it's been.......... sickening. Not for any other reason other than I am literally sick with a raging flu I must have contracted by working with a myriad of other flu-ridden freaks at my work at Whole Foods Market. My nose is soggy, my voice sounds pre-pubescent, and my eyes look like they've never slept in a decade. Real. Cool. Watch me as I blog the snot away. Or just look at photos from my birthday party last Saturday.
Until next time,
Phoebe Seraphine (but you can call me Bee)
I've always been quite fond of my name, Phoebe. I don't think there could have been any other name as perfect for me than the one I already have. The meaning behind my name goes to the gods, as in Greek mythology, Phoebe was not only one of the first Titans but also a moon goddess. Go figure, the first word I ever said was moon. That should mean something.... right? Like, I am meant to live on the moon or I'm descended from some kind of deity living in the heavens... or it can just be one big coincidence but THAT'S NO FUN.
My favorite part about the first day of school was always introducing myself in front of my classmates, explaining who I was and what makes me different from everyone else in my class. I've always felt that I have a gnawing in the back of my head, reminding me that I'm different. I'd always say something like, "My name is Phoebe and my library are always overdue," while everyone else had the same generic answer of, "Yeah, uh, my name is Amanda and I like the beach." Okay, this sounds really pretentious to say, but I've always feared being a boring person. I never want that to be me. One of my favorite quotes is from Mena Suvari in American Beauty where she says, "I don't think there's anything worse than being ordinary." That quote has always stayed with me throughout the years and adequately defines me as the woman I've grown into. And the woman I've grown into... this is strange. I never thought I'd be who I am now; a strong woman with her own opinions who has overcome emotional and mental abuse. I know what I love and what I dislike. I finally feel like I am coming into my own. I know who I am, finally! Everything seems like it is slowly coming together after all years of strife.
And as a matter of fact, it's already two days past my birthday. I've been 23 for 48 hours and so far, it's been.......... sickening. Not for any other reason other than I am literally sick with a raging flu I must have contracted by working with a myriad of other flu-ridden freaks at my work at Whole Foods Market. My nose is soggy, my voice sounds pre-pubescent, and my eyes look like they've never slept in a decade. Real. Cool. Watch me as I blog the snot away. Or just look at photos from my birthday party last Saturday.
Until next time,
Phoebe Seraphine (but you can call me Bee)
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