throwback sunday
reflections |
five years old —
— pros at this age: shared a room with my sister, therefore every night was a slumber party
— my main concerns were: are there going to be grapes at dinner and is flora going to make me shut off the night light before bed? — constantly spinning raffi on a fisher-price record player (yes, we had them in germany) — i had two best friends: my sister, and a goat (we were forbidden from giving them names) that eventually went blind in one eye — this is the face of a boy who was mercilessly pushed off a barn roof (i survived) — three years after this picture was taken i headbutted a goat |
sixteen years old —
— my primary strength was my hair, which i inevitably relied on as my main personality trait (and sometimes still do)
— hadn't even heard of gucci yet — shopped mostly at the gap and abercrombie and fitch, took a lot of malte and joseph's hand-me-downs — ask me about how our parents dealt with allowance, i explained it to a dear friend once and her only response was "jesus christ" — "jesus christ" (read that while rolling your eyes and sighing) sums up my teenage dating life — one time i shamelessly scream-cried when my boyfriend and i were forced to part after summer vacation — wrote my first complete song |
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twenty-one years old —
— main concern was: my hair.
— that's a joke, by the time i was 21 my brothers and i had released our first ep so my true main concern was being judged by germany's music industry — my only job experience (discounting farm work) was tutoring piano & guitar to children — lofty dreams included: making music a career through the band and, eventually, through teaching — was told that i need to slow down on tattoos or i'm going to "run out of space" — actually took this advice to heart |
twenty-five years old —
— my main concern is: are there going to be grapes at dinner?
— officially a homeowner — current pros: i'm housing two of my seven brothers — current cons: none, i love living with my brothers and i'm positive this mood will never change — i am a real uncle now, not a fake uncle (my first cousins once removed call me "uncle" because "cousin" doesn't suit the role) — heard of gucci by now — i've turned scream-crying about breakups into a full time job by singing about them instead — pig shopping |