RENEGADE

It's that time of the year folks- The Renegade Craft Show is back in Chicago!

What's Renegade you say?

How about the largest and first of its kind craft super-show that hosts hundreds of DIY indie-craft artists from all over the globe! Renegade has begun to hit major cities throughout the US, but Chicago- well, It started here in Wicker Park (and we sure are proud of it!)

I've been scoping out photos from other cities shows and have come up with three main characters that I believe will be taking over this year.
Those would be - Owls, bicycles and monsters.

So, Come on out- It's free (but then again, that's just a marketing ploy, because I promise, you will buy something!) But even more then racking up the 'stuff' you can't leave Renegade with out some inspiration and a new set passion to just MaKe something! If you're feeling stuck in your art these days, then Renegade is the place to be!

See you all there : )


-beautifully broken

Me and Silence

This silence,
I don't mind it-
it's not really quiet at all.

and I hear You,
Loud and Clear-

But the silence.
It suits me-
wouldn't you say?

We're quite the Pair.



-beautifully broken

-let down-

Let down and disappointed.
But honestly?
I didn't expect any different.

- beautifully broken

Careless

I think I made a mistake.

I was wrong.

It's not about being wanted.

It's about being loved.

There is such a huge difference.

And to think I almost took the bait.

Shit, this was such a mistake.







-beautifully broken

Bullet Points

Bullet Points About My Second Day As A College Student

• I've been introducing myself as Anna, which sounds weird until other people say it
• I skipped breakfast, but had a Cesar salad at both lunch and dinner
• I've had the same conversation with 16 different people:

  What dorm are you in? What FYI are you taking? Where are you from? So, you're a freshman? What do you want to major in?

• I made one sorta-maybe-could-be-but-not-sure-yet friend.
  
• I still haven't unpacked
• I'm only taking 1/4 of my class load this week and I'm already procrastinating and feeling stressed about the amount of work I have.
• I've also doodled in my notebook. A lot.
  
• Sat outside for a discussion. But I have no idea what anybody said the whole time because:

  I had a total of 8 spiders, big and small crowl and jump on me. And those are the only ones that I knew about. Not fun.

• Talked to much and also talked to little...

But hey, it's only my second day- Who knows what's yet to come?



-Beautifully Broken

Am I Worth It?

A journal entry from February 17th, 2009

“You
just want to be held and told you are worth it after all"

You
wish it on your birthday candles and send your hopes to the stars.
Well, gee. Now it will surely come true. They say my depression is
socially based. What ever the hell that means. Some things you get
over. Others you never do. You can gloss over it with something new,
a sheet protector or a layer of glue. But it never leaves. You are
still infatuated with them. All you want is to be fought for. The
feeling of being wanted is what makes you whole. Don't care who. Just
want me. Fight for me. Tell me I am worth it.

I
don't miss them enough to want them back. But just enough for it to
hurt. And it hurts... I have lived many days in
bliss. Blinded by the reality that forever is not guaranteed. What is
so different about this one? They will be the same. They will leave.
And you will start all over again. It doesn't matter anyway because
you got what you deserved. Nothing more and nothing less. This empty
feeling. Don't you know its your fault it happened this way? It is
your fault it ended this way. And you can't take it back. You got
what was coming to you. You got everything you deserved. They never
fight for you. They never will.

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- Beautifully Broken

lyrics about the past

I'm haunted by this photograph
Don't know why
Every time I look, I get shivers down my spine
You're such a beautiful face
I know those eyes
They take me back in time
But that was long ago

- beautifully broken