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A quick one

Recess in primary school: I hung from the metal spider web–whatever you call it–upside down, until my face would flush as bright as a ruby. The bells rang, the teachers gathered us in. During class I noticed I lost the ring that my best friend Marie had given me cause we got along so well and easy. This ring bore a little ladybug, my lucky charm, and it was the only piece of jewelry I owned at 9 years old. It must've slipped out of my finger earlier, wiggling in the playground pretending to float, I thought. Once I put the pieces back together, recovering the ring became my top priority. The next break was a race against the clock. Although the other kids running around got in my way, I could reach the spot and began scooping the pebbles with my hands. I turned the ground over–my nails and knees all dusty–I dug and dug and picked every rock in this square, but nothing. I was defeated. The ring may still be here as of now, an artifact of where once great friendship took flight. This story isn't an achievement of any kind, it isn't a staple in my life, just an anecdote among many. But it is how I wish to be remembered: a dear friend, arm-deep in the grime, trying to find something special, something shiny, a gift. Thank you for the memories that your question brought up, given that I don't recall most of my childhood, it's a real brain twister (in a good way).

@viennoiserie

Feb 18, 2025

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i miss my childlike wonder

when did christmas stop being christmas and just become another day? what happened to my joy and my fuzzy feelings? christmas decorations used to make me excited, but now i dread the effort it takes to put up the tree. why are the colours in my life less vibrant as how i remember them from my childhood? where did my dreams go, the ones where i used to fly and meet the hero’s in my life or when i used to dream up new animals or an entirely new world? now my dreams are just dull and bland. where did my imagination go? my inventive spark? the mud pies and the tree climbing? when was the last time my dad picked me up and put me to bed? where did my childhood go, and when did it truly leave me?

@jilly

Jan 18, 2025

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Glimpses of child-LIKE JOY

Not a rec but here to tell you that I also don’t remember my childhood very well. I once had a conversation where I realized *I* was the weird one for not remembering much. I kind of wondered for a long time what was wrong with me. My memory is pretty bad generally to this day :/ Just putting this here so you feel a little less alone in this. My therapist will also try to get me to remember my child self but I feel pretty removed from her. It kind of sucks, but also I feel like i get glimpses… I recently started using stickers in my journal when I’ve completed a book, and it makes me feel like a child again, but I really love it. Maybe there are glimpses that will come to you, but it’s hard to go looking for them

@hollycookswithfriends

Aug 5, 2024

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Relationships and performance

I cried like a baby the other day, and honestly I'm glad I did. In my core class I was doing some research on my EE topic, mainly focusing on Marina Abramović since I'm obsessed with her work so obviously my essay is revolved around her. Anyways, Amidst my research I took in time to view a fuller extent of The Artist is Present'. I knew it was an all day things, how people lined up to view it and even how celebrities such as Alan Rickman and Bjork sat with Abramović. The main thing about this was to have a conversation without words and instead utilize eyes, expressions, and sighs. I know there are photos and videos of people crying and such when meeting Abramović, but she wouldn't have any extreme reactions other then smiling or sometimes shedding a single tear. Moreover, she would not move her arms nor extend them to the person sitting across from her.  Ulay was a German performance artist who had a relationship with Abramović with twelve years and after mutually agreeing to separating, they decided to meet each other at the great wall of China. The two started at opposite ends and met at the middle which took three months, they hugged, and this act was called 'Lovers'. I love artist lore especially when it's about two people who have history together in the same profession. Anywho so one day while Abramović is seated with eyes shut, a guy takes a seat on front of her and when they lock eyes the two immediately becone teary eyed. Because it's Ulay and their first time seeing each other in years. They cry, laugh, smile, and for the first time extends her arms to hold Ulay's hands, to which he takes. So yeah, seeing it made me bawl and it's overall such a powerful clip. I think everyone should watch it. I think too that it encapsulates that despite growing far from a previous loved one, the emotions are still kept in tact waiting for a chance to sprout again.

@emmita

Feb 20, 2025

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For myself

I have always adored art ever since I was in preschool. I loved creating characters or even doing my own renditions on characters and movies. I even took time during lockdown to work on my interest, putting in hours of learning anatomy and structure. However for a while I've been in a slump of sorts, I've lost creativity and the fuel to continue. It's been hard, especially since drawing and creating is something I've been putting effort to what seems like eons at this point. I even decided to just quit altogether and pursue something else as a dream career. There had become a point where my boyfriend gave me a pep talk and to prove his point he had read me a book he wad reading for philosophy called 'The Republic'; "All great things are precarious... Beautiful things really are difficult" and in his own words told me - "It occurs often throughout the text, anything that is easy will never be beautiful, for if it is easy it won't have the scars and marks of something built through struggle, those scars and marks are the cracks through which beautiful shines most brightly", which I think helped me. For the past month in my art class I've been researching a style called 'Jugendstil' and got a bit of inspiration again. I want to show off what I made because I'm genuinely happy with my product since a hot minute. Anyways moral of the story, don't beat yourself up if you don't find something about you or what you make up to your standards, because beautiful things take time.

@emmita

Feb 27, 2025

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Certain movies

I can't describe the feeling whenever I watch one of these kinds of film. Dinner In America, Buffalo 66, Little Miss Sunshine, etc. I don't know exactly how to categorize them, but they give off a certain vibe. The absurdity that happens is oddly comforting in ways I can't explain, but I enjoy them and the place they hold in my heart.

@emmita

Feb 17, 2025