tunesday

you know the vibe. happy tunesday!
today’s tunesday is dedicated to emily wheatley and her “fresh man” playlist. what a treasure.

skegss — lsd

this tune reminds me of walking to class when the sun isn’t shining outside, but something about the day still feels light and airy enough to whistle about. but also, this song is very much having a good time with good people, and having the stains on your tshirt to prove it at the end of the day. does that make sense? it’s like when you’d chill out at a friend’s house all day and leave and find a stain on your shirt without knowing how you got it. anyway, skegss is an australian alt-indie group that makes sounds that are excellent for being in transit, whether you’re walking, driving, or otherwise moving. enjoy the sunshine wherever you are today, even if the only sunshine comes from you. that was cheesy as h*ck. next!

remo drive — art school

art school, coloured hair / too cool for me but that’s fair

i love this song and this video! remo drive is lovely to yell in the car when all of your friends know the words. i can’t tell you what it’s like to drive while playing because i don’t drive, but i can tell you that it’s fun to yell. remo drive has a sort of sorority noise but different sound that’s really easy to appreciate because of the comfort of an emo band that’s making music that speaks to your 2008 and 2018 self. also, i just realised it’s been ten years since 2008. good heavens.

so ends the shortest – read: i just got back to school and don’t have as much time to write already – tunesday! i hope your day’s been excellent, regardless of what time it is. for fun, here’s tuesday by hippocampus. a bop.

love and light,
shalom xo

 

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philadelphia, pennsylvania

My knowledge of Pennsylvania pretty much starts and ends with The Fresh Prince, Penn State, and “sorta kinda next to New Jersey I think”. I’m writing to you from West Philadelphia today, actually, and I want to tell you about my trip so far. So. Here’s my trip so far.

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We decided to make a trip out of a show and booked an Airbnb for the night, allowing us to see some of the must sees in Philly before and after the show. Despite some things not going to plan – we all love a good, old fashioned unforeseen circumstance – the trip was lovely. It’s also a bit weird that we went on a Wednesday instead of the weekend, because I keep almost writing “weekend”.

 

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Philadelphia has a charm that I hadn’t experienced before. The houses do this thing where they all look like they have secrets and stories to tell, but you’ll never know them because you’re a visitor and they know it. It was like they whispered to each other as we walked past and for a few moments, I desperately wanted to stay and catch up on the history that I’d walked by.

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I’m glad I went. There’s so much more I would have liked to see, but I’m happy with what the little vignette of Philadelphia that I now have. To more travels, my friends.

love and light,
shalom xo

i couldn’t title this

and here we are on the flip flop! hi friends. it’s 2018! this little space on the internet is turning five this year! life is weird.

anyway, today i got an idea for a maybe novel. that would be a bit funny, i think – me, writing a novel. i don’t have any of it to share with you, probably because it doesn’t and very well may never exist, but i do have dear june to share with you: prose i wrote for an obnoxiously good demo made by some of my favourite lads. here’s some of dear june, which really only makes good sense if you listen to the songs with it – this part goes with autumn – which probably makes it a shoddy piece of writing. i don’t have the energy to fight the part of me that was once proud of it. anyway. prose with music okay go!


Dear June,

I’ve found that people get warmer as the weather gets colder. Maybe it comes from a selfish evolutionary impulse to stay alive and with others, or maybe the falling of the leaves reminds us all of how fragile everything really is. Maybe closeness is a response to understanding.

In the fall we did things like consider futures where neither of us existed and I realized that I didn’t have her the same way she had me. We ran from the fear licking at our underbellies signaling the end, and loved it. I watched her do everything right and everything wrong, and anything at all, and loved it. It felt a bit like a funeral, really – understanding that what was, was really was coming to an end, and that we’d have to witness it. When we tumbled we blamed it on the weather, and dressed like we were waiting on the bliss of the summer that started it all to return.

She became nervous for the first time in all my knowing her that season, and I became overwhelmed. I didn’t know that you could float on an ocean of unspoken love for so long before you start to drown, or even that drowning could be bad. I faltered when I wanted to be plain with her and she withdrew, but I could never blame her. Not once; not ever.

When the last of the leaves hit the ground, I started to consider my reasoning. I knew she’d go, and I knew I wouldn’t survive it, but I continually found myself waiting for her, despite what she’d do. I never expected her to change, though. There’s little room for improvement when perfection is the standard one starts at.

With love,
Autumn


there it goes! there it be!

if you want to read the whole thing, it’s over here. talk to me about it on twitter if ya like! okay. i gotta zoom. there’s a bomb cyclone that’s preventing me from going outside and i need to be sulky about it somewhere.

love and light,
shalom xo