my mom raised me as a young single mom in the 90s and thusly we shared her music taste. i remember thinking this song was the most beautiful song in the world. we had an old VW Golf with a cd player and The Colour And The Shape was always in there. whenever "Monkey Wrench" inevitably came on the radio, i'd ask my mom if we could listen to "the short song on the cd" which is what i called "Doll". over 25 years later i am still head over heels in love with this song/album, it's a total comfort for me.
I was 13 years old and asked for my first ever vinyl for my birthday: Doolittle by Pixies. I had spent the past year developing an obsession with this album that still stands today. You can’t beat a classic.
my mum always used to always play me the song as a little kid. as i grew up i realised it would have been her comfort song after splitting up with my dad... heartbreaking stuff, but i have very fond memories associated with it - dancing in the kitchen with her, singing along to it in the car etc. 🫶🏾
whenever i'm learning abt something fun (art project, diy house stuff, recipes) i write a note explaining it to myself & it's like i have a magical recipe book full of all of the things ive learned to do - most recently, lots of sewing tips & tricks 😎
"intermittent fasting" aka hyperfixating on work for so long that lunch becomes 3 pm without consciously noticing
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french 76s and marlboro 27s thru the weekend
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midnight cheeseburgers
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biotin supplements
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pedialyte + advil as needed
think about it, join me: maybe journal, maybe clean, maybe egg, maybe egg sandwich. perhaps guitar or favorite record or long shower. refill water whenever you need it. gaze up at a tree from underneath for too long or not long enough or maybe just the right amount of time to realize you have blanket and limitless afternoon and warmth of people you love, and you sit down and look at all of the moss and tiny mushrooms and patterns of the bark and exist within the smallness of yourself in the big wide universe.
