M.C. Frank's Blog, page 11
August 18, 2023
hoezier:hoezier:Do you write music with the view of being...
Do you write music with the view of being politically active and delivering a message or does it just happen and the rest follows?
#this is a perspective I’ve only seen from people who truly think broadly and sympathetically about life#like he’s literally right I’m sorry and people who aren’t white or cis or straight learn so so SO early that your existence is political#not inherently but because white cishet men have crafted society in a way it’s impossible for it not to be#and ignoring that isn’t going to make you ascend above it god I’m so tired of having to explain that to people#I’m tired of people’s experiences in both places of privilege and place of oppression being used to scapegoat what we all can see#like look at his example!#‘going out for a dance on a Saturday night’ means something different if you’re poor if you’re gay if you’re a racial minority#’walking into a shop’ who owns it how often do you go is it a big box store or a small owned business is it walkable#there’s pOLitiCs in all of that! in ever aspect of your life!#ESPECIALLY if you take your life experiences and turn them into art of any form (via @twentyfour-mp3)
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August 11, 2023
Instagram credit: coffeeyre
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August 10, 2023
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Instagram credit: meshariver
August 8, 2023
If I ever go away, this is where I’ll be.
If I ever leave, think of me like this.
I am forever twirling in the white foam under the green mountains of Glyfada.
Laying on the SUP on my stomach under the yellow villa.
In the little house by the beach, M is forever smiling at me from the balcony, his reading glasses on, the sea at his back.
Waking up to white walls, rumpled hotel bedsheets, quiet darkness. No one is expecting anything from me. Hugging Bubu as I write, bleary-eyed from sleep, eating peaches.
Coming out of the bathroom in my swimsuit, skin smelling of sunblock. M tells me I’m beautiful. Outside, the heat steals my breath. I swim from the buoys to the beach, clear, emerald waters cooling my skin.
Playing volleyball with burning feet. Standing up with the oar in my hands.
Dipping into the freezing waters after the sun has gone to sleep behind the trees, M waiting to wrap me in a towel on the shore. Smiling that big smile of his, like a kid.
Discovering a new cove, just for us. Splashing you while you hold me in your arms. Swimming in our ‘paradise’.
Feet buried in the wet sand, as I watch him put down our umbrella. Breaking rocks together, butts on the sand, laughing until we can’t breathe.
Long walks that turn to runs, threading through the groups of loud Italians.
Showering while he’s cooking. The sea calming down, filling out window, the sky pink with sunset.
Eating, watching murder mysteries on Netflix and Derry Girls.
Then putting on a summer dress, the kind I was never allowed to wear, to go driving towards the sunset, to go buy crepes in town. Shopping for bags and bowls, watching concerts, filming jazz street musicians. Ordering paninis to go.
Coming back for a 1 am night walk under the full moon, up the stairs, then down to the quiet, dark beach. Laughing, crying, some days in pain. Happy. Happy. Happy.
Writing next to him as he sleeps till dawn.
august 7, 2023
august 7, 2023
I am forever twirling in the white foam under the green mountains of Glyfada.
Laying on the SUP on my stomach under the yellow villa.
In the little house by the beach, M is forever smiling at me from the balcony, his reading glasses on, the sea at his back.
Waking up to white walls, rumpled hotel bedsheets, quiet darkness. No one is expecting anything from me. Hugging Bubu as I write, bleary-eyed from sleep, eating peaches.
Coming out of the bathroom in my swimsuit, skin smelling of sunblock. M tells me I’m beautiful. Outside, the heat steals my breath. I swim from the buoys to the beach, clear, emerald waters cooling my skin.
Playing volleyball with burning feet. Standing up with the oar in my hands.
Dipping into the freezing waters after the sun has gone to sleep behind the trees, M waiting to wrap me in a towel on the shore. Smiling that big smile of his, like a kid.
Discovering a new cove, just for us. Splashing you while you hold me in your arms. Swimming in our ‘paradise’.
Feet buried in the wet sand, as I watch him put down our umbrella. Breaking rocks together, butts on the sand, laughing until we can’t breathe.
Long walks that turn to runs, threading through the groups of loud Italians.
Showering while he’s cooking. The sea calming down, filling out window, the sky pink with sunset.
Eating, watching murder mysteries on Netflix and Derry Girls.
Then putting on a summer dress, the kind I was never allowed to wear, to go driving towards the sunset, to go buy crepes in town. Shopping for bags and bowls, watching concerts, filming jazz street musicians. Ordering paninis to go.
Coming back for a 1 am night walk under the full moon, up the stairs, then down to the quiet, dark beach. Laughing, crying, some days in pain. Happy. Happy. Happy.
Writing next to him as he sleeps till dawn.
august 7, 2023
August 7, 2023
If I ever go away, this is where I’ll be.
If I ever leave, think of me like this.
I am forever twirling in the white foam under the green mountains of Glyfada.
Laying on the SUP on my stomach under the yellow villa.
In the little house by the beach, M is forever smiling at me from the balcony, his reading glasses on, the sea at his back.
Waking up to white walls, rumpled hotel bedsheets, quiet darkness. No one is expecting anything from me. Hugging Bubu as I write, bleary-eyed from sleep, eating peaches.
Coming out of the bathroom in my swimsuit, skin smelling of sunblock. M tells me I’m beautiful. Outside, the heat steals my breath. I swim from the buoys to the beach, clear, emerald waters cooling my skin.
Playing volleyball with burning feet. Standing up with the oar in my hands.
Dipping into the freezing waters after the sun has gone to sleep behind the trees, M waiting to wrap me in a towel on the shore. Smiling that big smile of his, like a kid.
Discovering a new cove, just for us. Splashing you while you hold me in your arms. Swimming in our ‘paradise’.
Feet buried in the wet sand, as I watch him put down our umbrella. Breaking rocks together, butts on the sand, laughing until we can’t breathe.
Long walks that turn to runs, threading through the groups of loud Italians.
Showering while he’s cooking. The sea calming down, filling out window, the sky pink with sunset.
Eating, watching murder mysteries on Netflix and Derry Girls.
Then putting on a summer dress, the kind I was never allowed to wear, to go driving towards the sunset, to go buy crepes in town. Shopping for bags and bowls, watching concerts, filming jazz street musicians. Ordering paninis to go.
Coming back for a 1 am night walk under the full moon, up the stairs, then down to the quiet, dark beach. Laughing, crying, some days in pain. Happy. Happy. Happy.
Writing next to him as he sleeps till dawn.
august 7, 2023
august 7, 2023
If I ever go away, this is where I’ll be.I am forever twirling in the white foam under the green mountains of Glyfada.
Laying on the SUP on my stomach under the yellow villa.
In the little house by the beach, M is forever smiling at me from the balcony, his reading glasses on, the sea at his back.
Waking up to white walls, rumpled hotel bedsheets, quiet darkness. No one is expecting anything from me. Hugging Bubu as I write, bleary-eyed from sleep, eating peaches.
Coming out of the bathroom in my swimsuit, skin smelling of sunblock. M tells me I’m beautiful. Outside, the heat steals my breath. I swim from the buoys to the beach, clear, emerald waters cooling my skin.
Playing volleyball with burning feet. Standing up with the oar in my hands.
Dipping into the freezing waters after the sun has gone to sleep behind the trees, M waiting to wrap me in a towel on the shore. Smiling that big smile of his, like a kid.
Discovering a new cove, just for us. Splashing you while you hold me in your arms. Swimming in our ‘paradise’.
Feet buried in the wet sand, as I watch him put down our umbrella. Breaking rocks together, butts on the sand, laughing until we can’t breathe.
Long walks that turn to runs, threading through the groups of loud Italians.
Showering while he’s cooking. The sea calming down, filling out window, the sky pink with sunset.
Eating, watching murder mysteries on Netflix and Derry Girls.
Then putting on a summer dress, the kind I was never allowed to wear, to go driving towards the sunset, to go buy crepes in town. Shopping for bags and bowls, watching concerts, filming jazz street musicians. Ordering paninis to go.
Coming back for a 1 am night walk under the full moon, up the stairs, then down to the quiet, dark beach. Laughing, crying, some days in pain. Happy. Happy. Happy.
Writing next to him as he sleeps till dawn.
august 7, 2023
August 5, 2023
i slithered here from eden,
just to hide outside your door
i slithered here from eden,
just to hide outside your door
