May 2012
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“People often feel exploited when they find themselves in my work. It...”
– Stephen Elliott, “The Adderall Diaries”
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“Hannah is simultaneously trying to document and construct her life. Making bad...”
– Emma Straub on the latest episode of Girls (via indigoday)
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So I’m out shopping today and I keep going for clothes that are usually not my style… and I found myself wondering if it’s a lesbian thing or a hipster thing that is influencing me.
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“Some piece of you
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards...”
– Dean Young, from “Poem Without Forgiveness” (via fleurishes)
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I think I can die happy now.
Somebody just told me I look buff.
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I sat at the kitchen counter eating peanut butter out of the jar with a spoon. I’d been pairing it with bites of banana but the banana was gone.
My dad was across from me, an empty six pack of beer beside him, peeling slices of american cheese from the stack and folding each slice into four before shoving it in his mouth.
I had both of my feet up on the stool with me. I’ve always...
“invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
don’t swim in the same slough....”
– The Pleasures of the Damned - Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
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April 2012
16 posts
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“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen....”
– Gustave Flaubert (via mirroir)
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I'm having a day.
A lot of things are coming to the surface. My memory is having a spring cleaning, that’s the only way I can describe it. Sometimes I wake up and remember bits and pieces of things I’ve pushed down so deep in an effort to forget. All of the things a child shouldn’t see, shouldn’t know, carried into my adulthood. And I still haven’t dealt with them.
I think if I could...
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Do you remember playing with the parachute in kindergarden? All of us spaced out around it, running back with little fingers gripping the material, then lifting up to fill with air, only to pull it down fast trapping the air and quickly tucking it under our tiny bottoms and giggling conspiratorially as the seconds ticked by so quickly and the fabric hung suspended on our breathing in and out. The...
Somehow I keep reading books where a female protagonist doesn’t know what to do with her life and everyone tells her to be a writer.
And I think that life is hitting me over the head, telling me that it’s ok to want to be a writer. And that’s really what I want more than anything else.
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You guys I JUST remembered this.
So last night we started the early planning stages for a calendar of tasteful nudes featuring various employees (yes my bosses are completely in favor).
I called October.
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We may have made plans to do yoga and then go get fake eyelashes on Sunday?
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I'm totes drunk WHY??
My boss just told me she loves me like 10 times. srsly. She is also drunk.
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bthny replied to your post: I’m baking a cake in my girlfriend’s kitchen.
New girlfriend? Same girlfriend?New girlfriend? Same girlfriend?
Same girlfriend. Again. We’re those annoying people who keep breaking up and getting back together.
I think maybe I’ve been subconsciously avoiding writing anything on here about the whole thing… because with her I’m...
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I'm baking a cake in my girlfriend's kitchen.
Everything smells like chocolate!
Trying to find my headphones in my purse.
They’re not there, however I did find an apple, a banana, and the bra i was wearing last night.
This is what my life has become.
You don’t even understand how upset I am to not have my music for my commute.
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"The trunks shudder." -Jeanette Winterson
Today has been hard for me. I have struggled mostly in my mind. I have made lists of everything that is wrong. Until today none of it had anything to do with her. It is at least a five fingered list. But no, I don’t want to talk about it.
What I want to say is that I always say too much. What ever happened to secrets? My lost art. I wanted to call my best friend, I wanted to call my mom, I...
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“I went on to flickr and it was just thousands of pieces of shit, and I just...”
– Stephen Shore (via nevver)
Just add this to the list of reasons why he’s my hero.
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mother-ground: Seven Happy Endings →
Love, Love, Love, where are we now? Where did we begin? I think
one of us wanted to name this, wanted to call it something! Shadows on the Garden Wall. A Man Rowing Alone Out to Sea. A Song in Search of a Singer.
I think that was me, I wanted to call it something. And you? You were happy with…
March 2012
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mother-ground: Nearly a Valediction →
You happened to me. I was happened to like an abandoned building by a bull- dozer, like the van that missed my skull happened a two-inch gash across my chin. You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse. A new- born flailing toward maternal heartbeat through the shock of cold and glare: when you were gone,
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nuditea:
puts on lipstick
turns up the mountain goats irresponsibly loud, considering the hour and close proximity to neighbours
mopes about bad friends
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“What I mean is that a party is a place where your friends are. Book readings, for most people, are not fun. But it’s fun if your friends are there and if your friends are interested in that author’s work as well that’s a good enough reason. And it’s not classy to show up at a reading after the author’s finished just to go out for drinks. If you do that the...
“God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.”
– Sylvia Plath (via loveyourchaos)
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I woke up from a good dream. I wanted to call her and say, “I think I had a nice dream about you.”
That’s not how the game goes, though. She only wants me when she thinks she’s chasing me. So I will continue to let her think that.
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I spent the the evening going crazy, but I couldn’t tell you why. Maybe the music took me there. Modest Mouse reminds me of too many people but still played on repeat from the tinny speakers of my laptop until the sun dropped down. It’s so strange how the lyrics start to circle in my head like a mantra.
I’m trying to drink away the part of the day that I cannot sleep...
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The sun set and it felt wasted. I start to feel a sense of urgency like I’ve missed something. I feel I missed the day.
I started drinking early because I didn’t know what else to do. Being drunk makes it easier to write— less self conscious, at least.
I have bruises and I don’t know where from. From falling down the stairs? Whatever, it’s pain I don’t even...
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nuditea replied to your post: I get to a point in the day (on my days off) when…
my aunt gave me champagne for my birthday!!! shall we toast? hahah
oh we should totes toast. especially since i’m classin’ it up and drinking out of the bottle hahhhh (in my defense it’s a mini- so it’s like beer!)
I get to a point in the day (on my days off) when I can’t decide if I should just drink more coffee or start getting drunk, and I’m having one of those moments right now.
Why yes, opening that bottle of champagne that’s been chilling in my fridge since Christmas is DEFINITELY the right answer.
“I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be...”
– Richard Siken (via nothingbutsilencearoundme)
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When you’re a grown up (using that term loosely) it’s totally acceptable to eat roasted brussel sprouts topped with cheesy over easy eggs at 2:30 in the afternoon and call it breakfast.
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“You are as powerful as the wind,
You are intelligent, illustrious, and an...”
– Jambavantha to Hanuman
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I have a really funny story to tell you guys. Some of you may be offended (on my behalf) but you shouldn’t be. Honestly I laughed harder last night than I have in months. I’m laughing right now just thinking about everything.
So, last night I had just left work and I ran into this girl I know who also works for my bosses, and she was talking to this guy I literally have known my whole...
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“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of...”
– Sylvia Plath (via transformfeminism)
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I got a 6 pack of Corona and I'm going to go home...
Don’t judge me for drinking shitty beer, guys. It reminds me of everything summery.
I'm having a weird day.
Maybe it’s the warm weather? I’ve had a strange sense of deja vu and just overall disorientation all day.
And bursts of irrational happiness, which isn’t bad obviously, just kind of undeserved.