Wait Any Longer

silly little waiting games. Dress: thrifted, tights: forever 21

Look! I finally got the music and book links up! It took forever...but now Blackbird Fly can really get up on her feet. All I need is to make my friends link, and we'll be good to go.

So first of all--the music. I've posted "Into the Mirror" by Minus the Bear because it is currently my obsession and I absolutely love how haunting it is. The line "you get what you pay for" gives me chills. You can click on the music link picture to get to the most, and then hit play on the little widget. Let me know what you think of it!


But girl, in case you haven't heard

As for books...In case you haven't caught on yet, I am doing something sort of special with both my blog and one of my 17-goals. I've vowed to ONLY read classic literature this year, which I'm quite excited about--I hope to be somewhat "fluent" by the time I reach adulthood next November. The titles of the posts all tie into a quote from the book I'm currently reading, and if you click on the book link over there, and then click on the book title or author, you'll be able to see all the posts I created while reading that novel. I've got The Little Prince wrapped up, and now I'm reading Dubliners.

Thanksgiving has come and gone, and now it's the frighteningly quick stretch towards Christmas. Time flies, huh? I love this time of year, however. I could do without the cold, though...It's currently 48 degrees here, which isn't bad, but I'm freezing. It's downhill from here, too.


Shoes: Report, stolen from my mother's closet

I'm excited--Christmas trees are up next, I assume! As always, I'll keep you posted.


Life after death

"Mrs Mercer stood up to go: she was sorry she couldn't wait any longer, but it was after eight o'clock and she did not like to be out late, as the night air was bad for her."
-dubliners by James Joyce

Here's My Secret

I can't get enough of these colors!

I had to prove who I was the other day. The requirements? A red shirt, an empty glass, a tv remote.


Sorry for the informal photo.


"'Goodbye' said the fox. 'Here's my secret. It's quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes."
-the little prince Antoine de Saint Exupery

Neither Lost Nor Dying

It's raining that kind of rain that feels light and cool, the kind that hangs in mist between the trees and dampens the sun so it feels deceptively like dusk all day long.

My mood feels a little like the weather right now.


I wish I were a bird sometimes.

I have 100 words to memorize by Friday for Spanish, otherwise I would be working on getting my music and book posts up, as well as a friends post (if this doesn't make a whole lot of sense, just hang in there). I'm quite excited, though, as those will really mark the "launch" of my blog.


November smells like pine trees to me.

It's saddens me to know that the "height" of fall is over. The leaves are off the trees, the mornings are colder, the days darker. It is lonely, this stretch of time before the holidays, don't you think? But I don't feel lost: I have Winter Ball to go to, friends to see, concerts to attend, things to do!


The view across the street a couple weeks ago.

I don't doubt that if it weren't for keeping busy, I would stay home every day and watch this misty rain, with a book in my lap and maybe a cup of tea in hand.


I think this kind of gold is the most valuable, don't you?

"Yet this little fellow seemed to be neither lost nor dying of exhaustion, hunger or thirst; nor did he seem to be scared to death."
-the little prince Antoine de Saint Exupery

Grown-Ups Never Understand

Today, at 9:30am, I turned 17 years old.

17. Seventeen. I have only one year left of being a minor--then, adulthood. I can barely wrap my head around 17, much less being a grown-up. I'm growing up, but I don't want to! I feel like I've barely experienced anything.

I need to get out there: I've gotta do crazy things. I need to live.

What is this blog exactly? An adventure, I'd like to think. This is the time of my life, and I want to rememeber every second.

Care to join me?


Hello. I am Blackbird Fly.

"Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it's
exhausting for children to have to provide explanations over and over
again."
-the little prince Antoine de Saint Exupery

the music

re-post

1.3.10

12.14.09

the books

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Dubliners by James Joyce
Watership Down by Richard Adams