I’d like to introduce you to my newest roommate, Poppy Lion.
There are times when the world feels very silly to me. This is one of those times. Where the absurdity the way things have happened overtakes the logic of living and what’s left is no part of what I thought things should be. Life never is that clean, is it?
I went out to drinks tonight with a friend I haven’t seen in a while. We have always been sort of kindred spirits but life intervenes in the way it often does, and it had been a while since we’d caught up. She’d been living in London and we got to talking about her time there and my time there and what pushed me to London in the first place and most of that had to do with my friend Lindsay. Lindsay and I met as hostesses at Red Lobster, became best friends almost overnight, and loved and supported each other in a friendship that’s hard to compare. Of course all tales like this end in some way, and Lindsay died in 2004, a few weeks before her 19th birthday. It was expected in the way genetic disorders are expected and shocked me to my core in the way losing your best friend at 18 shocks you to your core. It crippled me. But one of the most beautiful things Lindsay taught me was to do the things you love and all she ever wanted to do was travel and go to London. So even if it was without her, I knew I had to go to London. As I was telling this story to my friend, I realized that today is the 9th anniversary of Lindsay’s death. I can’t believe it’s been 9 whole years since she left.
It’s humbling in a way. Knowing that this time has passed and I’ve continued to move forward, even if I didn’t think I ever could. And it’s hard to know that 9 years have passed and she’s always going to be 18, but I get to be 27, and that doesn’t seem fair at all. But mostly it’s reassuring to know that even if she was taken so young, that people as giving and wonderful as Lindsay even exist, and that I was lucky enough to know her – even if for only a moment. It doesn’t make any logical sense, but I can feel her with me and around me, especially at moments like this when I need her the most. And I can feel her spirit and her laughter in my heart as if it were my own, and the weight of that makes everything in life a bit more meaningful.
Oscar Wilde said that if you know what you want to be, then you inevitably become it - that is your punishment, but if you never know, then you can be anything. There is a truth to that. We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing - an actor, a writer - I am a person who does things - I write, I act - and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.
— Stephen Fry (via lyblac)
(via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Caitlin kills it again with the midday gchatting! (Where do you find all this great stuff?)
But seriously, this is the coolest exhibit ever.
Ralphie, you’re such a babe.
If corporate America (and timezones) require me to be at work during the CU basketball game this afternoon then I will be live streaming from my desk.
GO BUFFS!
‘If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’ No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via c-oquetry)
(Source: littleblips, via niceskinnygenes)
Choreographed and danced by Matt Luck and Emma Portner
Music by Ben Howard and Yael Naim
Filmed by Christian Beasley
Edited by Matt Luck
Filmed at Live Arts studio
