The Rain Room is a 100 square metre field of falling water which visitors are invited to walk into. Sensors detect where visitors are standing, and the rain stops around them, giving them an experience of how it might feel to control the rain.
It’s been 32 hours since it occured. I’ve told but one person
to which I immediately regretted.
they say the heart has reasons the heart does not understand, but I think I’d have to disagree.
my eyes try to weep for me but I have yet to shed a tear.
Much less like other instances I suppose I’ve grown stronger.
I’m sitting here tapping my keys in a rythmic pattern as I search for the words to explain my discomfort and my joy.
I read boring sentences and and dedicate myself through my pain.
rewatching x-men movies, I saw a lesson of controling powers to which I applied my own life except I am powerless.
1. Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it.
2. Once you’ve stopped faking your fucking orgasms, use this newfound honesty throughout the rest of your life - stop ordering coffee you don’t actually like; stop sitting at a desk and allowing people to treat you like shit in the hopes that a meek attitude will earn you a promotion (it won’t); stop telling people they can finish your food when you’re not actually done yet. These may seem petty, but they add up, just like every orgasm you didn’t actually get to have.
3. If you wanna dance all night, dance all fucking night. Dance all night even if you have work in the morning. The worst that will happen is you’ll drink RedBull all day and look like a zombie - pass it off as a head cold to the real zombies you work with and flick through the embarrassing photos you’re being tagged in as you pretend to take a shit for some peace and quiet. I promise, you’ll remember dancing all night in ten years, not the suspicious way your boss looked at you that morning.
4. If your ass looks big in that, that’s a good thing.
5. You will never be as young as you are this second. Embrace it.
6. Embrace the fact that you’re going to get older. Ask your boyfriend if he will still love you when you’re seventy and your tits are down to your knees. Look forward to this time - seventy year old women are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want, and no-one can stop them. You can carry candy in your bag and not share it with a single soul. You can stay home all day and cross-stitch expletives onto handkerchiefs for your grandchildren and slip them under the table out of sight of the people you raised. You can drink whisky at 10am. Every phase of your life is going to be amazing for different reasons. Embrace that.
7. A lot of people will pretend to love Bukowski. Don’t pretend to love Bukowski if you don’t love Bukowski. It’s overplayed and no-one will mind if you actually like Virginia Andrews instead - the people who do mind are boring.
I remember finally finding somewhere that I belonged and felt appreciated.
I remember when I was in 5th grade and all of the girls ‘told on me’ because I was in a bad mood that day.
I remember shopping with you and feeling bad about myself that I couldn’t splurge the way you did.
I remember asking my parents to teach me a meal to cook once a week and how that didn’t last long at all.
I remember laying on top of a picnic table with you just staring at the moon and thinking what a beautiful moment it was.
I remember when there was one piece of cake left and I ruined it by smashing it into my best friends face in high school.
I remember there was a time when I had my heart set on doing landscape photograhy.
I remember my knee dislocating at track practice in middle school and my crush sat with me the whole time while I iced it.
I remember as a young child always being anxious to be an adult where I would finally be understood and listened to.
a creative take on senior pictures:: the lovely Taylor