Colleen Brown's Blog, page 2

“Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she…

mostlyfiction:

“Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she’d fly.” - Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

“We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even…

mostlyfiction:

“We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.” - Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

I haven’t been writing much but I have been taking a lot of photographs of people and it makes me…

I haven’t been writing much but I have been taking a lot of photographs of people and it makes me really happy to make others feel dreamy about themselves. I want people to feel like they’re in a movie and that everyone’s eyes are on them and them alone.

“We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even…

“We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.” - Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

“Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she…

“Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she’d fly.” - Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

“We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you…

“We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together.” - Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

animeshaven:“dreamy little things”

animeshaven:

“dreamy little things”

beneath the cherry blossoms

mostlyfiction:

beneath the cherry blossoms

you’ve given me a gift that no one else has ever given me: understanding

you’ve given me a gift that no one else has ever given me: understanding

I went through the archives of this blog and just wow.. 11 years of writing poetry, making art,…

I went through the archives of this blog and just wow.. 11 years of writing poetry, making art, posting photography and just being able to call this place my safe haven. It’s incredible how much of an impact this site has had on me, my writing and just my overall mental wellbeing. Being able to be open.. to be myself on here has saved me many, many times. There’s something beautiful about being able to go back a decade and see how I felt all those years ago. Today I was thinking about the past.. remembering it for something that it wasn’t because Spring is in the air.. and I was able to go back on this blog and remind myself that nostalgia is so cruel and nothing that I purposely left in the past is something I should desire ever again. I think I’m going to keep doing that.. I’m going to keep using this decade old diary as a way to remind myself that I am better than I was back then. That I suffered, made it through and am alive to tell the tale. I’ve been able to immortalize my own experiences, and there’s something so beautiful about that.