Better to have loved....

Quote taken from a review by Arthur Smid of a film called "O'Horten", playing in the Portland International Film Festival:

Each individual finds strength by following their heart. Whether the limitations are imposed by society or a sense of duty, the absence in an old person is the weakness of expression that inevitably comes to us if we fail to love. If we cannot truly love, we die inside. Love needs exercise: you need to pursue the dream.

Better to have loved....

Quote taken from a review by Arthur Smid of a film called "O'Horten", playing in the Portland International Film Festival:

Each individual finds strength by following their heart. Whether the limitations are imposed by society or a sense of duty, the absence in an old person is the weakness of expression that inevitably comes to us if we fail to love. If we cannot truly love, we die inside. Love needs exercise: you need to pursue the dream.

missed.

K, apparently last weekend there was a Froud Bad Faeries Masquerade Ball in Eugene. 2 hour drive. Toby was in attendance.

So bummed. I was made for that event. My hooves were made for that event (almost literally).

Would have been a nice way to distract myself from all this depression: putting a new costume together. I have half-made wings that would have been perfect for such a thing, completed.

It's fine - I'm sure I would have stressed out and spent too much money and maybe postponed taking my photography class. But still. Damn. I would seriously be the fucking queen of such a thing. I'm not getting any younger. My years of being queen of a fae event are, well, realistically over, but I can still get away with it since all made up I look younger than I am.

I guess I should give my Froud mailing list my real email address.

Fuck.

missed.

K, apparently last weekend there was a Froud Bad Faeries Masquerade Ball in Eugene. 2 hour drive. Toby was in attendance.

So bummed. I was made for that event. My hooves were made for that event (almost literally).

Would have been a nice way to distract myself from all this depression: putting a new costume together. I have half-made wings that would have been perfect for such a thing, completed.

It's fine - I'm sure I would have stressed out and spent too much money and maybe postponed taking my photography class. But still. Damn. I would seriously be the fucking queen of such a thing. I'm not getting any younger. My years of being queen of a fae event are, well, realistically over, but I can still get away with it since all made up I look younger than I am.

I guess I should give my Froud mailing list my real email address.

Fuck.