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Confessions of a brutally honest person #10

I'm here now.

Confessions of a brutally honest person #9

I'm so so happy. My life is complete. Goodbye, emptiness.

The spirits will lift off those young men you provoke

One afternoon in Alppila,

she sang me songs of redemption etc.

Then I went home and changed her name

in my phone to Binky.

Jäähyväiset

Maailma on tehnyt sinulle pahaa ja vääryyttä paljon. – Arvellaanpa. Sinä et voi saada hyvitystä, et voi muuta kuin anteeksi antaa ja poistua sen luota, koska aikasi on rajoitettu. Ota vihassasi aina huomioon se.

Maria Jotuni 1949

Frida ja Frida

Loukata saa, muttei vahingoittaa.
Emma Juslin 2007

There is a flower within my heart

A very valid reason to get married: meringue daisies.

You're the purest feeling

Easily my favorite pattern ever.

Or maybe it's a symphony

Well it's a start.

Your taste is why your work dissapoints you

Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.

(VIA)

With ash in your mouth

My grandpa used to keep cigarette shaped

chewing gum in his liquor cabinet.

Pictures of your mama, taken by your papa

Found this on my way to bed,

inside a book I had borrowed from the library.

My brain is already working on stories.

Some of them are really eerie and intricate,

and involve Swedish royalty.

No sleep for me tonight.

Nenäpäivä

Vähän kaamea se oli, sukka, kaikessa hellyttävyydessään; heti alkoi etsiä sille jotain jatketta, pelätä että siellä jossain torin laidalla mönkii hirmupakkasessa joku hylätty ipana. En tiedä mistä semmoisia synkkiä aavistuksia siihen nyt piti tunkea, kun kumminkin oli jotenkin aika niin kuin saippuakuplamainen olo, oikeastaan vähän sillä tavalla turvallinen että uskalsi päästää kaikkea vähän melankolisempaakin mieleen.

Mikko Rimminen 2010

Confessions of a brutally honest person #8

I fucking can't stand it when people tell me they can't tell if I've gained weight. Come on, I was in fucking treatment with a BMI of 18 and under no more than 5 years ago, whereas I now look like a miserable middle-aged woman and wear a size 38!

So, once and for all, I've gained at least 25 kilos. Next time I share this piece of information with you, just say, "ok".

Ok? Good.