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if i look back, i am lost
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
YOU ARE THE REASON
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trying on a metaphor
shark vs the universe
occasionally subtle
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Jenny Holzer, Truisms, 1984
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But Fight Club was never a fairytale. It’s a painful howl into a night that probably isn’t listening and that is more a cry of pain than a drive to hurt. When a bunch of confused, angry, and sad men bond together, first to fight one another, then to indiscriminately terrorize an entire city, we are meant to feel uncomfortable. We are also meant to feel uncomfortable by the fact that, for a little while, Tyler Durden’s diatribes did seem interesting and seductive.
Men With Women; Women With Men: Fight Club, 15 Years Later by Arielle Bernstein. (via therumpus)
When I'm drafting a new poem and my word processing program automatically capitalizes the first word of every line
reblogging an old favorite from the early days
So much yes
As soon as the full moon rises, I’m going to Santiago in a coach of black water. I’m going to Santiago. The thatched roofs will sing. I’m going to Santiago. When the palm wants to be a stork, I’m going to Santiago. When the banana tree wants to be a sea wasp, I’m going to Santiago. I’m...
This is my little baby cousin and he is dressed as a smoke detector for Halloween
None of us know why but he is really obsessed with smoke detectors
That’s all he’s asked for in the way of presents these past two years
He calls them “snoke edectors”
Also he has a scrapbook of everyone in the family posing with their smoke detectors
the end
This story is both cute and funny and also caused me to think really morbid things re: anamnesis and that sort of hoodoo voodoo stuff.
14 brilliant pieces of literature you can read in the time it takes to eat lunch
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Your turn to be an awesome person reading. And it won’t cost you a dime.
The C train
Where do these shoes come from I need these shoes like I've never needed anything before
Check out our blog for 3 Hat-Friendly Hairstyles, just in time for Hat Day 2014! Sayonara, hat hair…
For my own sake... It would be nice to be able to take off my hat, and no longer be Robin conejo muerte
WHEN I GO BACK TO AMERICA
Being back in the States is funny because I feel both very much at home and very much like an alien from an alternate universe in which the timeline is just slightly different than this one (and I'm not sure I like this one better)
The best place to be is somewhere elese
I would like prints of these for the flat that I live in forever in my head (living forever in one flat in real life is much more difficult, as is actually owning things, but alas)
Raymond Lemstra, Precious Selection - Mercedes-Benz, 2012
Tadahiro Uesugi
This is what I imagined my grown-up life to look like when I was a little girl. Absolutely lovely.
CNN has their priorities straight.
All the news that's fit to... um... help me out with this one, guys? It was the "less wasteful" bag they got rid of, so what does that say about American culture? That caring about a) the environment or b) 14 people killed in Nepal are tantamount to the same thing, at the end of the day and neither one of those things are as important as having a pleasant evening unwinding with a non-too-rustly bag of Sunchips while watching non-actors' over-produced lives?
Or am I naive? Too judgmental? Too removed? Too concerned with how seemingly fucked everything is, and the fact that so many people-- in the US, in China, in probably many other countries that I've never lived in-- the ones that can afford it anyway-- are content with not giving a fuck?
I want to say something that would probably end up being an animal metaphor (rat race, horse blinders, and so on) but I'm stoned and I'm tired and I kind of want Sunchips now, no matter how much the bag rustles, so, fuck it, anyway.
Here goes something
Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.
Nora Ephron (1941-2012)
THIS. This. I teared up a little bit, to tell the truth. If I can be half as experienced and amazing and confident and comfortable as this woman in my life, I will have succeeded.
nevver:
Well, there’s that.
