RSS Feed

Tag Archives: inspiration

summer ta-da! list;

Posted on









listen to cape cod kwassa kwassa while at cape cod.

take millie, the bike, down to the cape.

buzz my head. oh whoops. did that.

plan epic road trip.  (any good books i should download on my kindle for the trip? is it sad that this is my main concern?)**

concerts concerts concerts. regina spektor. the kooks. cake. two door cinema club. santigold. jukebox the ghost. laura marling.

take trapeze classes.

more swing and contra dancing.

rock climbing at m.i.t.

visit vermont= i’ve officially been to all of the northeastern states. and caused mayhem in all of them.
(that time i fell off crotched mountain in new hampshire. that time i bought chocolate wine at a quidditch retreat in maine. that time i pretended i dated someone who went to brown in rhode island. that time i forged an unlikely friendship with a boston squirrel.)

lavender lemonade + sangria drinking on the stoop. on the beach. on the curb. in a boat. in a house. in a tree. sam i am, i love sangria and lemonade. yeah.

decaffeinate myself (lolwhoops @ my iced turkish coffee + tweaking out hardcore at wired puppy).

pet all the bostonian puppies. all of them.  i think i’ve said “sorry to interrupt you, but i have to pet this dog really quick” to a friend at least 12 times. i even did that in the middle of a date. so, this is a very possible goal.

*ta-da! lists, like to-do lists but without all the dread! trademark mackenzie filson 2007-2012.

** also, if you’d like to do a guest post while i am in the midst of my travels down the east coast it would be much appreciated! email me at mackenzie{dot}filson{at}gmail{dot}com for info.

{berets and bongos} 67;

Posted on

Pinned Image

“ ‘i feel there is an angel in me’ she’d say
‘whom I am
constantly shocking”

-lawrence ferlinghetti.

i am overflowing;

Posted on


the other day i was sitting in my bed, smelling my new ikea lingonberry candle,  stomach full of “swedish” cinnamon rolls. and i started shaking a bit.

my whole body was buzzing, not even from my new-found caffeine addiction.

or high fructose corn syrup lovingly dolloped atop the cinnamon rolls.

i was just so overcome with how fantastic everything is.

{berets and bongos} 65;

Posted on

Pinned Image

“i will come back to you, i swear i will;
and you will know me still.
i shall be only a little taller
than when i went.”

-edna st. vincent millay

{berets and bongos} 63;

Posted on
Pinned Image
 ”…she collected dictionaries
as other women take up men
and shelve them:
manuals, grammars, teach Yourself
german, malay, italian, swahili, welsh,
like a passion for clothes that would hang
unworn in the dark,
for peridots, garnets, amethysts, pearls
in a shut case, nouns declined.
each unknown word shone with delicious fire
and the alien phrases silked her skin
with their genders and connotations.
she might have been the end house
on the waterfront of macau
welcoming every sailor in.
but the longing for many tongues
to part her lips – si, igen, ja,
ah oui, yes, yes –
was departure’s smile,
a leaning to the wind
that sweeps a glitter of light
across the sea and sets a silvery chill
at the neck. quick, to those books
guarding the mantelpiece,
ISBNs snug as a span of days;
to bread and fruit and sparkling wine…”

-jan owen, the return.  

i must be a mermaid;

Posted on

“i must be a mermaid, rango. i have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”

-anais nin.

{berets and bongos} 60;

Posted on
Pinned Image
and now for something a little different. one extremely lovely, extremely breathtaking, extremely badass spoken word poem by sarah kay. 
“okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. 
but that’s what the rain boots are for. 
because rain will wash away everything, if you let it. 
i want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that’s the way my mom taught me. “

{berets and bongos} 58;

Posted on

Pinned Image

“last night as i was sleeping,
i dreamt—marvelous error!—
that i had a beehive
here inside my heart.
and the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.”

-antonio machado.

a seaside dance;

Posted on

                                                                    {sarasota, january 2012}

“my dream is to walk around the world.a smallish backpack, all essentials neatly in place. a camera. a notebook. a traveling paint set. a hat. good shoes. a nice pleated (green?) skirt for the occasional seaside hotel afternoon dance.”

-maira kalman.

twenty one’s to do list;

Posted on


go to all of the states in the northeast (maine & vermont, i’m looking at you.)

apply to  grad schools (so far, the list is at twelve. have mercy.)

sip lavender lemonade in cape cod in the summertime.

bus trips to montreal.

brunch dates with ladyfriends.

get a cat and try not to suddenly have six cats (i know myself too well).

publish stories.

finish novel-baby #2.

get better at calling people back.

read favorite children’s books in german.

plan graduation trip (greece and germany are beckoning to me).

bake more often. pavlovas & baklava need to be in my belly now.

stand up for myself and ask for what i want.

ask boys out on a date. make eve ensler and gloria steinem proud.

sing in public.

do stand-up.

learn latin (don’t ask questions. is it sad that this was one of my childhood dreams?)

dancing. always. and forever. a dance festival in maine next month(!!!)

needless to say, homegirl is pumped.

 

…inspired by a post by my lovely-nearly-birthday-twin, emily.

also, have you entered my giveaway yet? no? you’re crazypants.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 91 other followers