…they’ll totally understand exactly what this person is talking about (Please Note: I am not sad, depressed, lonely, etc. right now. I just find these pieces to be incredibly heartfelt and relatable. There have been times when I’ve felt this way, and thought I’d never feel any other way, but not right now. I just admire the pure, simple emotion expressed here.)
(Discovered via ffffound.)
…then meet me at the chapel.
I’ve just read (finally) Miranda July‘s book of short stories No One Belongs Here More Than You. When I finished it I closed the book, took a breath, and started over again from the beginning. Some of her words, I swear I’ve thought through the same scenes, dialogues, imagery, ideas in my head and then forgotten them before I’d gotten to a pen and paper. Ever since I saw Me and You and Everyone We Know, I’ve been completely enraptured with everything she does.
If you haven’t seen the movie, see it. I have it, you can borrow it.
If you haven’t read the book, read it. I have it, you can borrow it.
If you want to know more about her (which you should), go to her website (www.mirandajuly.com) or the website for the amazing project she created with Harrell Fletcher called Learning to Love you More (www.learningtoloveyoumore.com).
The amount of emotion in every word he writes, thinks, inks, directs, is amazing. Is perfect. Is inspiring.
“I woke up one day and the Earth had shattered. All around me were pieces of the things I once knew – my apartment, the trees, the ocean, your smile.”
I first saw this image on ffffound.com and fell in love with it. Then I went to the website it belonged to – Jessica Williams‘ site Paperheart and found even more of them to fall in love with. Like these:
Walking along the sidewalk, she stopped suddenly and began rummaging through her bag.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Oh nothing, just the sky. I need to take a picture.”
He looked up. Just sparse clouds in an otherwise clear day. She turned her camera upwards, zoomed in, out, adjusted some settings, snap.
“Let me see,” he said.
She handed him the camera and in the foreground, in the bottom righthand corner of the fram was the top corner of the 2-story red adobe house they were standing next to. The sky was bright and dotted with clouds in all the background everywhere else. Completely minimal and nothing he’d even noticed.
“Wow. Can you frame that for me?”
“Sure,” she said, and held her two hands to the sky, making a small rectangle of right thumb to left index finger, right index finger to her left thumb. “See.”
“That’s not what I meant. I mean when you print it, can I have a copy?”
“But I’m giving you a copy right now. And this one’s better than some cheap plastic frame. It’s personalized.”
“Yeah but I can’t take it with me and hang it on my wall.”
“You can hang it in your memory,” she said. “Just like the printed version, it’s you decision whether you want to keep it up and look at it from time to time, or take it down and let it gather dust until you forget what it looks like.”
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll take it.”
He lifted the camera and took a picture of her hands framing the small piece of sky.
“But I want the printed version as well. For when I don’t have your hands nearby to frame it for me.”
“Suit yourself,” she said. “But this one’s limited edition, just for you.”
This image discovered via ffffound.
This writing via me.