Claire Keane
Today's Document
pixel skylines
shark vs the universe
#extradirty
Kaledo Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
noise dept.
Show & Tell
Peter Solarz
ellievsbear
Product Placement
Not today Justin
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Monterey Bay Aquarium
if i look back, i am lost
Mike Driver
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@indefinitebroodings
I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.
Ned Vizzini (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Don’t let expectation or what you think will make you a ‘real writer’ get in the way of your curiosity or your strangest impulses.
Danez Smith’s advice for young poets, as told to Lily Philpott for the PEN Ten (via bostonpoetryslam)
Remember when we wrote things here?
Your heaviest burdens build up the biggest emotional muscles
You’re going to meet these people that need to be saved. Be careful. Their fire, their passion, their tough life circumstances (or choices) will make you believe…time with a stable person (like you) could fix things (and them). Walk away. It won’t work. It never will. They have to want to fix themselves. All of that passion? It can easily be turned against you in passionate, constant fighting. I’ve told you a million times, but it’s so hard to accept, boring is ideal. Especially after 10 or 20 years. Not too high, not too low. That will be your ideal match. Fire, it’ll burn.
- Dad
Meet Pops. Pops likes flea markets… A little bit.
Lyme
I. The Fog He says he thinks of my brain like London, a city he thinks is amazing. “Despite its famous fog, it’s still a terrific city. You just have to wait for it to lift. It’s still London.” But this fog doesn’t lift like clockwork or with rhyme and reason. If it was, I wouldn’t get lost a block from home. If it was, I wouldn’t wake up and forget where I am for what feels like ten minutes too long. If it was, I wouldn’t have to take drugs to kill the bugs in my ever exhausted brain. If it was, I would photograph it and upload it to Instagram. If this was just fog that lifted easily, I wouldn’t struggle to speak and forget faces of people at work or sleep 22 hours a day. The treatment makes it worse usually, but I know this is part of the war. “Doxykrieg” he says, a reference to the most commonly prescribed drug for these bugs. “The Blitz didn’t last forever,” I think. “Hold on. Nothing lasts forever.” II. The Grieving Odd things happen when you’re sick in bed this long. Laundry becomes a treat, an activity you do on a “good day,” just because you are finally capable. The mattress gets replaced faster from clocking so many hours laying down. The dog goes from muscular-athletic to fat. And so do I. The dog chases her tail more- she misses our 10 mile runs. And so do I. Not much of the old life remains. I try my best to create a new life, find the lesson in all of the fog, but my exhaustion tells me to sleep. To lose most everything and gain nearly nothing is a tough pill to swallow every day for 2 years. I try harder to gain. I find glee in sitting alone in the ADA section at concerts I buy tickets for a half hour before showtime. I take longer slower walks. I stand with my dog on the corner in the sunshine watching traffic just because we can. I try to teach myself how to knit, but my brain won’t allow for it. I will try again later. I try to write but forget how to turn my computer on. I will try again later. I travel to see different types of doctors, new perspectives. I gain more theories but no answers. I exhaust myself even more while trying to make anything about this okay. Absolutely nothing about this is okay. III. The Luck I stopped taking the fistfulls of pills for awhile and moved back to the land of open fields. My path of New Jersey, to The South, to Philadelphia, and back taught me things like: Home cannot be replicated, nor can it be delivered at any hour of the night by a guy on a bike. Freedom will never come in the form of pavement, sky scrapers, and anonymity. Home is where friends who have become family drop off containers of soup. Home is where the dog saunters up to the head of the bed and nudges me to let her under the covers and snuggles up against the warm curve of my fully drained body. Home has no need for blackout curtains or white noise all night or a front door with more than one lock. Home is where the spare under the mat lives. Home is where I find my luck in the form of peace, an understanding dog, and the faint noise of a train horn.
is it just me or does this make it seem like they WANT someone to get lyme disease…?
I miss tumblr people and reading new posts page by page until I finally hit the post I had last read in my earlier tumblr session, ah.
omg so I just texted last night’s date to thank him for the evening but that I didn’t feel a spark, and then he immediately venmo requested half the bar tab????
LMFAO STOP
Here’s the thing
I’ve been on such a slutty reign of terror when it comes to dating over the last 2.5 months, that when I go on a first date and it’s going well and he takes the time to walk me to my building, but doesn’t kiss me, I just kind of roll my eyes as he walks away?
We are adults. We had a good time. I read his positive body language and gave him positive body language back. Take a chance dude.
(I like someone who is being confusing but is excellent at public makeouts- which I wasn’t into until him- and it’s clearly ruining my life.)
That's funny I've been the complete opposite, and it's so dull and boring I think I'm ready to smut it up 😂
Achieved my life goal of parking close to the lilly store in this god forsaken mall… KoP… U cray. Wedding in march. Florida. This $100 worthy?? Price has dropped twice now… I like that I can fit a size six in a slim dress but idk idk
This whole blog should have just been selfies. Regretfully, Alex
Not easy to post this but…
Yuppp, makeup rules <3 Thinned the living shit out of my eyebrows the past few days by — tweezing like crazy & FINALLY got new scissors to trim em. & styled my new hair pretty decent since the cut. Anddd got a full sequined long sleeve top from Loft for $18. Win. Life is good.
Stalking myself trying to find something. REMEMBER WHEN I HAD THE WORST SKIN EVER HOLY SHIT thank god for birth control!!!!
When you finally shed the injury weight with the best nutritional program ever ✌🏻
I had an understanding with myself that the next man who kissed me head to toe would be special. Constantly reading too much into what is ultimately nothing.
