breezy threezy

if you were an animal what would you be?
i would be a cat but because you are not allowing me to say that... a little yellow bird. when i was a kid i had a bird named yellow. there's those lines in we are nowhere and it's now and the nmh song little birds that doesn't mention yellow but birds all the same. i want to fly an irrational amount and i pick at my food like birds do sometimes.

QUICK YOUR COMPLEX IS BURNING! WHAT DO YOU GRAB BEFORE LEAVING (other than a cat or a mac book or a nikon d40, those have been saved)?

my jeff mangum painting, this volkswagon van jerry garcia print my dad has, that photo of our feet on my wall, the quilt my mom made me and my aldo boots.

how do YOU feel about younger bloggers?

i don't know. i personally find it a little weird when they wear clothes that don't fit them BUT i was 13 only three years ago and definitely still involved with the internet so i can't judge.

describe what summer 09 will bring~ and what it means to you.

summer 09 will bring a tan, paychecks, hopefully partying, swimming in the ocean with german, naps in the sun, white denim short shorts, mountain lake and gator rides, smoothies, asshole tourists and mini donuts, ginseng and warm sun blowing hair across my face. photo shoots and new mocassins and freedom. it is my last school summer which freaks me the fuck out but i think it will be very fun.

a picture is worth a thousand words, how many words are on your wall, and what does it say?

i have lots of pictures of teen vogue, nylon, z!nk, juxtapoz, a bob dylan poster, an alphonse mucha poster, quotes i wrote down from my favourite books, songs, poems, and pictures from two seperate disposable cameras. theres the picture of our feet that sums up everything about last summer; restlessness sunshine dust and happiness. theres the picture of SC, CB and i under the wish tree at uvic from the field trip that was easily the most happiness i've ever had crammed into two or three days and a picture of me on the ferry to vancity in the summertime. theres a drawing by brain twin, a note from a friend, photobooth picture strips, skytrain passes, and a salvador dali swans reflecting elephants poster. there is also a poster from the walls of troy that i was going to get signed by everybody but never got the chance. the walls of my room are the maps of my brain, except for the absence of math.

breezy part deux

what hurts you to think about?
growing old. not being excited about anything. people i love being sad, stray cats without any homes, and the thought of my niece experiencing the bad things in life.

latest obsession?
the microphones - my roots are strong and deep, bright eyes - southern state, my lark & wolff mens button up and thinking about sunshine warmth. i'm like a week away from a spring clothes post.

favorite blogs?
silver wings, childhood flames, lulu and your mom and stockholm street style.

color and why:
pale yellow because it reminds me of everything good about my childhood. dark green because it looks natural and still classy. grey because it is neither here nor there.

what's on your mind right now?

the weird lump in my ear lobe, the actual colour of my cat's fur, how badly i want to see conor oberst live and wondering what happens next in the bell jar.

breezy interview part 1

what are your five favorite books?
jane eyre by charlotte bronte because i have reread it every year since i was about 13 and its better every time.
everything is illuminated by jonathan safran foer
teeth by hugh gallagher regardless of all the bad reviews it has on amazon.
it's kind of a funny story by ned vizzini
in the aeroplane over the sea by kim cooper because i am pathetic and its probably the only non-fiction book that will ever make me cry and because of julian koster's quote at the end of it:
"...But you wouldn't exist if the universe didn't need you. And any time I encounter something beautiful that came out of a human somewhere, that's them, that's their own soul. that's just pure, whatever its physicality is, if the person can play the piano, if they can't play the piano, if they're tone deaf, whatever it is, it's pure, it hits you like a sledgehammer. it fills up your own soul, it makes you want to cry, it makes you glad you're alive, it lets you come out of you. and thats what we need: we desperatley need you."

what makes you happy more than anything?

being on stage or creating things for the stage in the drama room.

what is your favorite memory of me?

whenever we get hysterical and laugh about things, like twilight or the interpretive dance walker. every car ride we had with padraic (except for the one coming back from the middle school after van, that was weird), and all the summer nights and how patient you were with me at OR's party.

in your opinion what is style~?

wearing whatever you want and making it look good in your own opinion and ngaf if people think it is trendy/ugly/expensive/hipster/trashy.

why blogging?
because i think a lot and can type faster than i can write, i can't talk about fashion to very many people, i am an exhibinionst and someday i will wake up and i won't be 16 years old and i want to remember what it's like. and because it is fun.

blow the stars from the sky

faking fashion

first day of filming. nervous. doing characterization in my head and stretches with my legs (i can do the splits!!!)

breezy (phebe)

stay alive

mixologies

HAPPY. sick
but HAPPY!!!!!!!

breezzzyyzyyzyzzzyyyyy

do you know there are spaces open and wide?

salvador dali and anna karina

i'm on a bit of a sad music tear. i am very sad that i was too young when conor oberst was an angsty teenager/20 something.

bright eyes - the joy in forgetting/the joy in acceptance

the second half is what gets me, but it wouldn't be as striking without the first half.
i'm kind of bad at the fashion part of this blog expect for posting pretty pictures. but thats because most fashion is so boring and inaccessible and i don't have a good camera to take pretty pictures of my own

b-rz

hit the switch

faking fashion

bright eyes - hit the switch

And each morning she wakes
With a dream to describe
Something lovely that bloomed
From her beautiful mind
I said "I'll trade you one
For two nightmares of mine
I have some where I die
I have some where we all die"

I'm thinking of quitting drinking again
I know I said that a couple of times
And I'm always changing my mind
Well, I guess I am
But there's this burn in my stomach
And there's this pain in my side
And when I kneel at the toilet
And the morning's clean light
Pours in through the window
Sometimes I pray I don't die
I'm a goddamn hypocrite

But the night rolls around
And it all starts making sense
There is no right way or wrong way
You just have to live
And so I do what I do
And at least I exist
What could mean more than this?
What could mean more?
Mean more?

my life would be horrifically empty without theatre at my school and the people in it. i could audition for everything even if i didn't want to be in it and enjoy myself because it is all so alive and exciting.

i might go to an underwear party this weekend. probably the most scandalous thing i've ever done. i forgot to say, when i introduced myself, i'm very very boring. i am terrified of rejection and i never do anything.

-breezy freezy

she caves

so, readers (we have comments! you actually exist! yayyyy) you may not know our real names, or see our faces, but that doesn't mean you don't have to know about us! so heres a little intro post i never got around to because i get so distracted by pretty editorials and neutral milk hotel songs.

WHO AM I??
i am breezy callahan or rose wallace goldaline or that name they call me in real life... i'm arrogant and so happy and unaffected and introspective and witty and occasionally charming and sad ocasionally too. i've never had a boyfriend and this is apparently a big personality flaw for me. i crave deepness and intelligent conversation but i'm also very shallow. i have more empathy and love for the world than i can speak but i also mock-hate very many things. i make mean jokes. i like to think i listen. i am obnoxious. but i'm mostly just happy.
location
nowhere, british columbia, canada
favourite music
in order of soul importance
neutral milk hotel, bob dylan, conor oberst/bright eyes, tom waits, leonard cohen, the knife. bands that i enjoy a lot but are not my favourites: belle and sebastian, the animal collective, the velvet underground, modest mouse, radiohead, the microphones, the black heart procession
favourite books
jane eyre, franny and zooey, the golden compass, its kind of a funny story, the catcher in the rye.
favourite things
acting acting acting god tension on stage just makes me thirsty for life and art and co-operative creation and i can't speak how much i love it. sorry, just did some scene work and got good feedback and nothing ever feels so happy or real ^_^
blogging is good too, soy vanilla yerba matte lattes, the painting of jeff mangum my brain twin made me, fun at work, field trips, giddiness, dancing all night, my cats, fashion magazines and tea, high waisted skirts and accidentally ripped tights and my little black boots, my moleskine, gossip girl, boston legal and alan shore, jeff mangum's voice, conor obersts whispers and cries and bob dylans croaking, zelda: the ocarina of time, childhood flames, arienette, my brain twin, RK CB SC and RG, leather backpacks, my jackets, my triblend cardigan (but not american apparel per say), almost famous, v for vendetta, life.
quotes
"how strange it is to be anything at all"
jeff mangum, in the aeroplane over the sea

"for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis'
e.e. cummings

"The important thing is to not stop questioning"
albert einstein

"I will, in a minute, in just a minute. Why are you breaking down, incidently? I mean if you're able to go into a collapse with all your might, why can't you use the same energy to stay well and busy? All right, so I'm being unreasonable. I'm being very unreasonable now. But, my God, how you try what little patience I was born with! You take a look around your college campus, and the world, and politics, and one season of summer stock, and you listen to the conversation of a bunch of nitwit college students, and you decide that everything's ego, ego, ego, and the only intelligent thing for a girl to do is lie around and shave her head and say the Jesus Prayer and beg God for a little mystical experience that'll make her nice and happy."
franny and zooey

"Somewhere out there is the origin of all the Dust, all the death, the sin, the misery, the destructiveness in the world. Human beings can’t see anything without wanting to destroy it, Lyra. That’s original sin. And I’m going to destroy it. Death is going to die."
the golden compass

i am currently wearing a navy blue tank dress and big mismatched wooly socks.

ummmm that is all!
go obama!
bright eyes - four winds

love,
breezy

shes delicate and seems like the mirror

streetstyles

voices echo, this is what salvation must be like after a while

bob dylan - visions of johanna
i love this song so much it hurts. brilliance brilliance brilliance

breezy

soft

faking fashion

i'm sorry your hallows wasn't better airy, mine was sort of weird. i enjoyed myself in the moment but i am just tired and sad and want someone to yell at me so i can cry and feel better.

if music was my family: tom waits would be my grandfather, bob dylan my father, conor oberst my little brother and jeff mangum my husband. that sums me up pretty well i guess.

i could enjoy retail therapy. i don't know. i'm just feeling destructive. no one reads blogs for personal bullshit anyways.

breezy freezy

october

faking fashion

I don't know if i've ever talked about how much I love this editorial. It's my favourite, in the entire world.

breezy easy

a better son/daughter

b-rz

faking fashion

I saw you walking once under powder blue skies
You looked cold still, your color was high
And I tried to talk to you, but you walked right by
I don't know which I said then, hello or goodbye
We all want to be pure
But it isn't a very easy thing now, is it
To do?

bright eyes - amy in the white coat

its not really my type of song but i enjoy the lyrics. hey airy, when it snows, can we have a photoshoot? its the most beautiful thing in the world.

breezy breezy breezy

and they're howling

faking fashion@lj

I gathered ghosts and gave them my lecture, bid them away, I pleaded and cried
there's no room in my life for you or your howling
let my undo these ropes and go on living without you
not just change where I live
go on get, I said
I had my hopes of how I would be after sending them off
after getting set free
but there's no such thing as living without their prowling

the microphones - great ghosts (live)

breezy

i wish more than anything else in the world for everyone to be happy.
i will stop talking about people like they are objects and trivializing issues and trust.

breezy

gadzooks

i keep thinking about neutral milk hotel and that jeff mangum has been appearing and my heart feels like it will explode.

breezy sometimes called rose wallace goldaline

i believe they want you to give in

oh god why am i not doing homework jesus

breezy

i have holes too

they say "hey breezy you have holes in your tights" but what they really mean is "hey breezy you're a skank/put some fucking clothes on"
i say "i know!" but what i really mean is "i love them so shut the fuck up"

yepppppp
breezy

p.s. thats grouchy cat in my arms

calendar girl

mostly mixologies and fakingfashion and pictorialize @ lj i think

breezy

because i have got nothing real just empty space to fill

It's all moving fast now, yeah
And that's what they say
And though some days still take forever
I can't disagree
Because it seems to me
That I wake up and sleep
Look in the mirror and have no idea
What happened in-between

winter is there waiting in the air to drop its icicle frostiness on my eyelashes and fingertips and skirt hem. i can smell the freshness in the air and see the dates fall off my calendar closing in on those lovely days where houses glow with lights and it's frozen all day long.

i am so so so so so ready . this a happy post. i also overwrite things sometimes, can't you tell?

i love you all,
breezy callahan