A Letter To My Sister / E.E. Cummings

by WildChild

As a child I was the little rebel, the brat in timeout, the girl with her tongue sticking out while “in the chair”. You were the one who smiled sweetly, warmed peoples hearts with you cute words of “I love so and so” …. and it usually ended with “God”.  Those home videos still do make me crack up.

You have this ambition and air about you that exudes a quiet type of confidence.  Not the normal type, the type that you have the ability to do what you need to do to sleep well at night, help others, be a great friend, lovely daughter, caring sister, and amazing fiance.   

When I think of courage, I think of you. When I think of love, I think of you. When I think of respect, I think of you. You are a pioneer and you are so good at being the older sister, I almost think you were born just to guide me. Pick me up when I fall down.  “Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other.”
― Carol Saline

If I were sentimental enough, I would say this to your face, oh wait that is my duty in a short few weeks.  But being who I am you will receive the love in public but always filled with silly side notes for self preservation, you probably taught me this as well.

This wedding has been coming for quite some time, but today it truly dawned on me today that you really found your person and that is what you deserve, pure happiness.  You will always be moving forward but you are never someone to leave others behind.  If we weren’t hundreds of miles away I would hug you because even though I’ve caught up to you in height, you still make me feel like a little girl.  So I’ll say this quietly and so softly you might never hear it because I hope you already know…. i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart).  And as always, thank you for being you.

“Cause I love you honeybear” – Father John Misty

by WildChild

My love you’re the one I want to watch the ship go down with
The future can’t be real
I barely know how long a moment is
Unless we’re naked getting high on the mattress
While the global market crashes
And debt fills the streets with garden variety oblivious
You grab my hand and say in I-told-you-so voice
It’s just how we expected

Don’t they see the darkness rising
Good luck fingering oblivion
We’re getting out now while we can
You’re welcome boys
Have the last of the smokes and chicken
Just one Cadillac will do to get us out to where we’re going
I brought my mother’s depression
You’ve got your father’s scorn
And a wayward and schizophrenia

But everything is fine
Don’t give into despair
Cause I love you honeybear

Just a castaway. An island lost at sea.

by WildChild

Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair

Sting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

by WildChild

….I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Pablo Neruda// 100 Love Sonnets

“Jack’s in Touch” // Vote Bauer President 2012

by WildChild

Always ready.

Middle class man, a real go getter, since BIRTH (with the certificate to prove it).

Jack is cool, even with a seatbelt.

He walks you.

Wakes up for emergency situations.

But sleeps like a gentleman.

“No Anne, I wont buy you another Cadillac” 

Killer office view.

Jack knows how to chill.

And knows when it’s time to get back to work.

The head of the family.

A family man.

Hates to see people go.

So he mastered Skype to chat.

Pro-choice.  Respectfully.

Runs to help, without a backwards glance.

Takes a stance on gun control.

Obama and Romney, I ask you….can you handle this?

“From our birthday, until we die, is but the winking of an eye.” – William Butler Yeats

by WildChild

Afternoon!

I am 24 years young today! I have a post I would love to share with you on my trials and tribulations, successes and failures that it took to make it to this day July 22, 2012 from July 22, 1988.  Have an amazing day and I will post more later on.  I blog for my readers and I am so appreciative that you are interested in my thoughts and life to follow me on my ride of  art, fashion, photography, music,  love  and innovation.  I try to embrace everything and everyone, new and old, happy and sad, and hopeful!  I hope to inspire, learn everyday, with mistakes and I try my very best to grow from them with elegance and grace.  I have matured through the support and love of my family, friends, and strangers who have become friends along the way.  Since I was born my mind and thoughts have always deeply investigated all my surroundings and I am happy to say my eyes and mind have not changed one bit (except for my thoughts being a little bit more relevant, although dismissing a child’s thoughts is usually where the holes lie in an adults).  This is why I always refer to a childlike state on mind/wonderment.  Thank you again and you are always in my <3!!  Cheers 🙂

My Relationship With Bangs

by WildChild

Bangs, dubbed as the “most traumatic” hair experience for women.  Who knows, bangs are hard to pull off.  Do you look good?  Do you really?  If you do, it still sucks because eventually you will want to grow those out. If you don’t look good girls, do you really think you’ll enjoy growing them out?  Do you want to look like Blaire Waldorf in an ugly headband for 4 months?  No.  To get away from the headbands are you willing to be eye raped for those months while these angry razors take their sweet time growing out?  I personally hate being eye raped.  This has been my downfall every time I try to grow out these bangs.  My solution for this summer, slick backs and d0-rags.  You’re right, I am white. It’s terrifying.

My problem is, I like to piss myself off.  Yup, so true.  Every couple years I go through this hideous mind-boggling process of saying, “ya know what would be cool? BANGS!”  Sometimes it is not even a process.  Completely unexpected.  One time I was getting ready to go to a party in college and I started playing Edward Scissorhands (if only I meant the drinking game…).  Instead I decided to take a wack at my long blonde locks for some serious BANGAGE.  My “special person” thought process: bangs will look SO good tonight! Not: bangs will look good tonight, AND FOR THREE YEARS STRAIGHT.

Listen, I kind of like bangs.  Until I don’t.  I do not know if I pull them off, and I do not care.  This is now what I would call my own personal mental retardation.  I just have this unexplainable desire to go through HELL every couple years.

I am going to blame my Mom for this special condition.

“Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it.” Salvador Dali

by WildChild

Living your life walking down a plank in four-inch heels with blindfolds on so you do not have to listen or see once again everything that should not have been and what could have been.  In actuality, looking back, ripping the cover off of your eyes, you see the little gory bits and pieces scattered about diluting the other perfect pieces.  Things you packaged in a box, wrapped tightly round with a bow and stuck under the stairwell.  The truth that you always knew would be.  Some people are not who you thought they were, or perhaps became that person a bit too late for you to appreciate.

Maybe it was just the past that was more unfavorable than the present, but the past is not something that you can willingly erase without taking time to mend.  Ergo: the past is the present.   Be wise to close the chapter, the door, take care and lock it behind you.  Store the memories carefully in the small box wrapped beneath the stairs, only  retained to make you more the wiser in difficult situations to come.

Be honest, be kind.  As imperfect people, this is the most we can do.  Let’s not make life any harder than it has to be, agreed?

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.