Category: hogan

“Sinful Nature” Bear in Heaven

Seeing Bear in Heaven and Hooray for Earth tonight at Shubas in Chicago. My rooms and I felt without music and went on a mini ticket buying spree. Well worth it. CAN’T WAIT. #beatzjamzmusac

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Fuck I’m almost 25

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/sarah-shanfield/turning-25_b_1596085.html?utm_hp_ref=fb&src=sp&comm_ref=false

If you’re slightly freaked out that you are 25 or are turning 25, read this article ^.

“If you are 25 or turning 25: TV can be really important to you.” Love this little slice. I was more excited about the Season Two premier of GIRLS than quitting my toxic ex job. This probably also has to do with the fact that GIRLS makes me feel better about my sometimes irresponsible, bat shit crazy, life decisions. The best part of the show and Lena’s raw/cool creative genius is that it reminds me how much I like where I am. This weird in-between. Confusing and heartbreaking and exciting and so so so happy. Even when I feel freaked out about getting old, these days are my best.

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x. hogan

#youngwildfree #chicagolivin #GIRLS #fuckim25 #weheartit

Love, the poet said, is woman’s whole existence

when your mind races at night, take it all in. have a mad-hatter moment. let your thoughts buzz and create a stinging honeycomb of thoughts. lick them, ingest, swallow them whole. then, when you’re so full and all the honey rushes to your head- you’ll be able to fall asleep a queen bee. dreams dripping with sweet, quiet and all things nice.

love keeps me up at night. sweet dreams. x.

wide open spaces

lake michigan. alan and i walk to this spot on the lake front almost every night. this night was especially blue and i can’t explain it but it changed so much in so little time that it almost felt like a song. like the tones had changed but the harmony remained intact. or something to that effect that makes a little more sense. i like sunsets in strange places, like cities or in the middle of kansas. when i was in fiji i remember thinking, “this is it? this is supposed to be the most beautiful sunset i’ve ever seen?” like i had been cheated. i don’t know why i thought it could stand its ground in the face of my unreasonably high expectations. isn’t that always the way. we’re most impressed by what we can’t see coming. blown away by the unexpectedly sublime. i like chicago and lake michigan. i like that the color of the water changes daily, that the chicago skyline sits quietly in the background, that i won’t know what it will look like tomorrow until i arrive. x.

bye bye baby-face

i’m 23. i think that means i’m in my mid-twenties. sometimes i feel mid-thirties. sometimes eleven.

“What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you are–underneath the year that make you eleven.
Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.”
Sandra Cisneros (Woman Hollering Creek: And Other Stories)