Art for the day:

Edward Hopper, Nighthawks

iconic.

xoxo,
madeline

The Fault in Our Stars

"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations." 

Diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer at 13, Hazel was prepared to die until, at 14, a medical miracle shrunk the tumours in her lungs... for now. 


Two years post-miracle, sixteen-year-old Hazel is post-everything else, too; post-high school, post-friends and post-normalcy. And even though she could live for a long time (whatever that means), Hazel lives tethered to an oxygen tank, the tumours tenuously kept at bay with a constant chemical assault. 

Enter Augustus Waters. A match made at cancer kid support group, Augustus is gorgeous, in remission, and shockingly to her, interested in Hazel. Being with Augustus is both an unexpected destination and a long-needed journey, pushing Hazel to re-examine how sickness and health, life and death, will define her and the legacy that everyone leaves behind. - Goodreads

If you had walked into my room Thursday night as I sat propped up in bed you may have thought my cat died or I had just heard awful news or that my heart had been broken into a million pieces.

I was just finishing this book.

Rewind a little bit. On Wednesday my thoughtful friend Claire let me borrow this book, "A Fault in Our Stars" I was extremely excited. Yet, the look of fondness mixed with sadness that she gave me reassured me that this book was going to be an emotional ride. I didn't mind though. I prefer books that make me feel intense emotions.

It was an easy read, so it didn't take long to finish. But long time or short time, it will always stay with me. I fell in love with Hazel and Augustus. They were both so quirky and real. Something about the trials they go through as cancer patients give them beautiful and dark insight into the world we live in, and the decisions they make in the world they know they will someday leave behind. I didn't agree with all their beliefs and choices but it served as a brilliant insight into the depth of the human mind. Obviously, judging by my Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close review, I can't get enough about the human mind. What can I say?

As the story progressed I didn't want it to end, but I didn't want it to keep going either. There was this bittersweet knowing throughout the entire book that I will not allow myself to write due to spoilers. That's the trouble with writing about this book, there's so many dangers of slipping out a spoiler. I have to say this though. Augustus and Hazel were in love. In real love. Hazel, 16 and Augustus, 17. Augustus tells Hazel that he's not in the business of denying himself pleasures in life. Not after everything he's gone through. (Don't quote me on that I'm just laying out the principle). So soon they are on adventures together filled with stunningly beautiful moments. Part of what makes the love so honest is that they know what the other is dealing with. Death could be moments away, weeks away, or years away. And maybe, just maybe, they'd get lucky and be able to live out a long life. They both live in a fear of loving the other and having to leave them behind as they make their way out of this earth, but only so much of that can be stopped. Together they learn, recite poetry and become closely knit in a bond that they've needed for many years. A bond that nothing could ever wreck or destroy, something that lies internally within their beings for forever.

So thus I finished. In tears. In complete shock, in complete awe. I wanted to shout at someone that I hate cancer. I wanted to express something more eloquent then that. This post was awful to write, because everything I wanted to say could hardly be expressed, but here it is.

xoxo,
madeline

"Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile."




"When you go into the ER, one of the first things they ask you to do is rate your pain on a scale of one to ten, and from there they decide which drugs to use and how quickly to use them. I'd been asked this question hundreds of times over the years, and I remember once early on when I couldn't get my breath and it felt like my chest was on fire, flames licking the inside of my ribs fighting for a way to burn out of my body, my parents took me to the ER. nurse asked me about the pain, and I couldn't even speak, so I held up nine fingers.


Later, after they'd given me something, the nurse came in and she was kind of stroking my head while she took my blood pressure and said, "You know how I know you're a fighter? You called a ten a nine."


But that wasn't quite right. I called it a nine because I was saving my ten. And here it was, the great and terrible ten, slamming me again and again as I lay still and alone in my bed staring at the ceiling, the waves tossing me against the rocks then pulling me back out to sea so they could launch me again into the jagged face of the cliff, leaving me floating faceup on the water, undrowned." 

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

"Nine-year-old Oskar Schell has embarked on an urgent, secret mission that will take him through the five boroughs of New York. His goal is to find the lock that matches a mysterious key that belonged to his father, who died in the World Trade Center on the morning of September 11. This seemingly impossible task will bring Oskar into contact with survivors of all sorts on an exhilarating, affecting, often hilarious, and ultimately healing  journey." - from Goodreads

So many emotions hit me while reading this story. Crying was unavoidable, laughter was impossible to suppress and wonder filled my mind. After I saw the film, (Film post) I was determined to read the book. I'm glad I did but I also have to be honest. Honestly, I had to skim in some chapters because the content was well... interesting. It made me sad because the beauty of the story was sometimes lost in a worldly distortion. Still, the journey Oskar goes on, the pain and devastation, along with the joy and healing rang true. Oskar was an extremely well invented character, as a young boy with Aspergers everything he saw was in such a different light that what most people experience. All the moments were Oskar missed his dad, was angry at his mom and hated the very thought of his school friends was so honest and real. The entire time I was reading I felt like I was reading about something that our world ignores. How Foer did it, I don't know. But he created a beautiful story with such depth into the human mind, such feeling towards the loss on September 11th, leaving that story saved in my memory for always.


“The meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.” - Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close


"The boy asked the girl to say 'I love you' into her can, giving her no further explanation. And she didn't ask for any, or say 'That's silly' or 'We're too young for love,' or even suggest that she was saying 'I love you' because he asked her to. Instead she said, 'I love you' [...] The boy covered his can with a lid, removed it from the string, and put her love for him on a shelf in his closet. Of course, he never could open the can, because he would lose its contents. It was just enough to know it was there." - Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

stop this fog.

You know...

It's really taken forever for me to start blogging again. I don't know what's wrong with me. I sit down with a few ideas and they all leave as soon as I begin typing. It's depressing and irritating. I want so much to just express. Instead, I give the computer a few blank stares, I get up for water, I think about life, give the blank stare again and log out.

I'm determined for that to be over with. So I'm posting about the last couple books I have read.

Stay tuned.

the no longer silent,
madeline

If I...

If I...

If I could be in a class right now, I would want it to be ballet. That's me, the blonde one in the middle. 

 If I could do something mindless today, I would blow bubbles with someone.

If I where to watch a movie this evening, it would be 'Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close' It's so beautiful and heart-breaking. I love it's depth. (I wrote about it on Innermost)

If I could be somewhere else today, I would want it to be Guatemala. It changed my life. This photo is just a part of my time, a memory that is forever sealed in my mind. The pool was freezing and I could hardly move, but these little girls loved it so much, I couldn't not enjoy it. It was such a blessing.

The weekend is so close.

xoxo,

madeline

My muse.

I've posted a few works that Vincent van Gogh has done, but I just can't get enough of his talent. Awhile back I got to go to The Getty museum and see the Irises painting, (see below) it was incredible to me. I may seem a bit emotional, but I teared up. It was there, right in front of me. If you look in the corners of the frame you can see where the painting stops and the old canvas begins. So many years ago this was painted, and now we get to see the history, an insight into the past. It gives me chills.

If you put me in a room with many movie stars on one side, and a work of Vincent van Gogh's on the other, I would go for Vincent. No doubt. He struggled a lot in his life but never stopped painting. He could paint beauty, even though doctors and specialists would say it looks like he was Bipolar and had Epilepsy. It never stopped him. That makes his work even more important to me. I wonder about what kind of feelings went on in his mind as he painted. He was horribly depressed sometimes, which eventually led to his suicide, but he almost always panted with the brightest, most vibrant colours.

"As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed."

"I am still far from being what I want to be, but with God's help I shall succeed."

"I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners."


"The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore."

"If you hear a voice within you say, 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced."


-Vincent van Gogh


xoxo, 
madeline

missing this.

 It's really been too long since I've posted on here. I've been so wrapped up in everything, including my other blog, Innermost. I've decided to be more faithful to Daisy Chains because I enjoy posting on here so much. There's a lot I could say right here and right now, but I'll wait. Look for many new posts in the coming days.

xoxo,
madeline

Simple truth.

Just thought I'd share this. It made me smile and laugh a little. :)

Thankful

Here's a few snapshots from my Thanksgiving. I hope you all had a great day with your loved ones. Now, let the Christmas season begin!

Here's hoping no one dies at this years Black Friday sales. Are you going to brave the crowds?

xoxo,
madeline

Where I am?

So much has gone in the past few months. I can't explain and I don't know where to begin. Maybe this will explain some things. Here's a link to my newest blog.

xoxo,
Madeline