Ruvey-da-vinci - Ruveyda

my last two brain cells

وجَلس حزنِي تِجاهي تأملني قليلآ، ثم أجهش الحزن بالبكاء ، وبَقيت صامتة

And my sorrow sat next to me, stared at me for a while,then it burst into tears and I remained silent.

-Ghada el-Samman

“i don’t like writing about my day, but i want to keep a journal”:

quotes and copywork. when reading, if you find something you enjoy, just copy it into the notebook. you can copy a whole chapter if you wish, highlighting what caught your attention the most.

definitions. look up on a dictionary and copy it. you could write your own dictionary as well, making up definitions for words.

lists. a classic, write movies to watch, books to read, the playlist of the month or just the groceries you have to buy.

maps. when going somewhere, you could draw the route you took or just a map of the place itself. just look up the place on google maps and copy it. you can draw a little map of all the places you have lived or the schools you have attended as well.

photos

take “notes” as you watch movies / documentaries. write down phrases that caught your attention or doodle.

illustrations and clippings. if you see an image or piece of art that you liked, put it in your journal. if it’s from a book or from a magazine I would recommend scanning it, tho’. it will serve as a record of what kind of art you enjoy through the years.

newspaper clippings from the day.

tickets and pamphlets. from movies, museums, transportation.

postcards

records. you could record for a month what the temperature was when you woke up and when you went to sleep. if you do that for a year, it gives you a better notion of the passing of seasons. you could record rainfall and other seasonal changes as well. you could choose something (an animal, a plant, an item or object) and write down every time you see it.

rubbings of leaves, coins, landmarks.

count. there’s a scene in the movie Caroline (2009) where Caroline’s dad tells her to go count the windows. you could do the same type of counting game if you are bored and write down.

mindmaps/sketchnotes + timelines of books, movies, music albums.

collages

pressed leafs and flowers

your collections. if you collect anything you could write down an inventory or maybe try to draw the items.

recipes. write down recipes and give it a score every time you try it. you could do the same for drinks you try out.

stickers

comic strips. you can find a bunch of it online, glue your favorites in your notebook.

I study the scene in front of the bus the way I studied my letters in school. Gradually I begin to make out a kind of order in all the disorderness, a pattern to it all. It is like a river, where the currents of buses and trucks and people and animals flow into and around each other. If you look hard enough, chaos turns into order the way letters turn into words

Lakshmi in Patricia McCormick's book "Sold"

I edited a few moomin lockscreens for the folks of tumblr.

Random scenes from "The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Kari Skogland, 2021)" that I liked, thank you

The Ballad of Nora Lee

Song by Helldorado

Once upon a time there lived a lady young and fair

Raven hair and rosy cheeks and no one to compare

Daughter of a noble man in a little town

And her name was Nora Lee, and it was spoken all around

It's told that she was courted by two men of different kin

One of them a shoemaker that made boots of lizard skin

The other was the sheriff in this little town

And he swore he'd marry her or else he'd put her in the ground

One night the moon was brightly shining in the sky

She went to see the shoemaker and with him she did lie

"You are my own true love" she whispered soft and low

But they'd been spied upon that night, and soon the sheriff he would know

Then came a cold and dark night and the wind was blowin' free

The sheriff and his men they tied poor Nora to a tree

Full of wickedness they stole her maidenhead

Then they stabbed her with a knife 'till they were sure she was dead

Her body it was found the next day on the banks below

The news was heard and many hearts were filled with grief and woe

"The guilty one will soon be hung" the sheriff he did claim

And he called upon his men, the shoemaker to blame

The scaffold it was built and all the people gathered round

Just to watch that poor boy taken to his hangin' ground

The rope was tied around his neck for everyone to see

And as the hangman pulled the rope, then he would meet his Nora Lee

Randomer scenes from "Spirited Away (Hayao Miyazaki, 2001)" that I liked, thank you.

Anne Sexton from Complete Poems