March 2012
living fossils: Who knows how to make love stay? →
livingfossils:
“1. Tell love you are going to Junior’s Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if loves stays, it can have half. It will stay. 2. Tell love you want a momento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three…
February 2012
"I want to be like water. I want to slip through...
“You can’t kill time with your heart. Everything takes time. Bees have to move...”
– David Foster Wallace (via jennacarver)
“The only way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle, which...”
– Storm Jameson (via andeventhis)
you're the only shape I pray to
“I would hide behind books, behind my heroes and heroines. I would let them do...”
– Olivia K. Showers
“By the end of the week, she was thinking constantly about where her body stopped...”
– Joan Didion, Play It As It Lays (via ilikeitlikelilly)
“With enemies, you can feel hatred, and anger. But Cordelia is my friend. She...”
– Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
January 2012
“Some things you’re not letting happen right now because the timing isn’t perfect...”
– Abraham Hicks (via observedintoexistence)
Cats
So earlier this evening I was on the back porch smoking, and I glanced in the window to see the house cat (we’ll call him Chester) staring a little too imploringly at me. I went up to the window to wave and do other cute shit in his general direction and he hissed at me with some fucking bloodcurdling malice. I’m actually afraid of this creature.
I know it’s silly to be afraid...
I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And...
I was familiar with the little mating rituals of getting to know each other, of dragging out the stories from childhood, summer camp, and high school, the famous humiliations, and the adorable things you said as a child, the familial dramas—of having a portrait of yourself, all the while making yourself out to be a little brighter, a little more deep than deep down you knew you actually were....
SCHOOL:
In class: 1+1=2
Exercises: 1+2+1=4
Test: John buys 4 oranges. He eats one and gives another to Ted. Calculate the sun's mass.
indierawk:
Bon Iver & St. Vincent - Why...
I need a comedy or stand up or something happy and a good mind-getteroffer but I cannot work the TV in this persons home and Netflix is fucked up and all of the movies on Hulu on straight shit.
dying.
all of the sudden I'm codependent as fuck.
and it’s not fucking cool.
nostalgiedelaboue:
it ain’t me babe (bob dylan...
“When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting...”
– Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via iviore)
“You mistake her name for the moon.
Mistake porch lights for the stars.
And...”
– Andrea Gibson, from “Wasabi” (via ulakulpa)
things that I am proud of:
convincing my (not so gullible) boyfriend that I had breast implants.
December 2011
beer and icecream, beer and icecream
after a nearly year-long hiatus from Tumblr, I’m really glad to be back on the interwebz. I have every intention of yielding to desire and spending the night sifting through photos and quotes and music. Tumblr feels like an old friend. missed you so much! things have certainly changed, but here I am again.
July 2011
nicebrass asked: How many bottles of wine are needed to fill the void you left in my heart?
June 2011
May 2011
West Yellowstone, Montana
my new home, sixteen days from now.
Does anyone know anything cool about Montana?
February 2011
“Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise, discouraged by the...”
– Albert Camus (“Letter to P.B.” in Lyrical and Critical Essays (1970))
January 2011
1857:
The badasses of Kansas went rogue and wrote their own constitution, dubbed Lecompton. The COMPTON, guys.
Just searching for those little gems in history. It’s really too bad that our country is no longer ran by men with incredible facial hair.
