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“People often feel exploited when they find themselves in my work. It doesn’t matter if I call it fiction; I know as well as they do that’s not an excuse. I don’t bother trying to defend myself. It’s not defensible, it’s just what I do. I spend years crafting a two-hundred-page story, all the time my life sits next to me like a jar of paint.” — Stephen Elliott, “The Adderall Diaries”
“Hannah is simultaneously trying to document and construct her life. Making bad choices in life leads to good fodder for art, and she is willing to sacrifice a little (or a lot) of dignity in order to get the story. I think we’re getting more of a window into Lena Dunham here than we have in the series to date. Memoirists always mine their own lives for the plots of their essays/books/scripts, and Hannah is clearly willing to throw herself in the fire in order to properly describe the stench of her burning hair.” — Emma Straub on the latest episode of Girls (via indigoday)
(via nogreatillusion)
I had a pot brownie for breakfast.
I went to yoga and I was in the zone, let me tell you.
Now I am watching Drive.
I need a nap.
Hi from the beach!
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.
I sat with my best friend today while she got this poison apple tattoo on her calf/shin. It came out awesome!!
I’m dying to get one even more now.
“Some piece of you
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards its thorns
just as the rose profligates.
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much.”
— Dean Young, from “Poem Without Forgiveness” (via fleurishes)
(Source: theparisreview.org, via apoetreflects)
Somebody just told me I look buff.
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 had this thing about my feet and how they need to not be touching the floor if I’m sitting down. They’re not safe down there.
For the past few months my dad has been investing in the stock market. JP Morgan crashed today. I think at this point he’s just trying to gain back the money he has lost. I guess you can get really sucked in just like that. He was ranting, and explaining how tomorrow he’s going to buy Facebook.
“At least you’re not crazy,” he finally remarked. “My son’s on heroin, my girlfriend’s dog ate her cat, I lost $3,000 dollars today… you’re the fucking brightest star in my sky.”
I nodded in agreement. I’m feeling like the only stable person I know lately, and really, that’s saying something.