chocolate & cigarettes

i like books, strawberry pie, subway, my dog and sylvia plath. warning: will probably waste your time.

[wordsnquotes]

I want nothing. I just want the emptiness to mean something.

Ernest Hemingway, The Complete Short Stories   (via plathisms)

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i am so unbelievably sad i want to rip my heart out and scream at the moon

[olivers-w-deactivated20201213]

“He does dances like dad. Do you think Dad knows him?”

[lisawazowski]

“Oliver, I try really hard not to judge you for a lot of things, okay? But this-- this is crossing a line. Sufjan is my husband. Not one of Dad’s balding pals.”

[wordsthat-speak]

The sun stopped shining for me is all. The whole story is: I am sad. I am sad all the time and the sadness is so heavy that I can’t get away from it. Not ever.

Hold Still (Nina LaCour)

[theastrolounge]

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[plathisms-blog]

When a life is over, the one you were living for, where do you go?

Anne Sexton, from Killing The Love (via plathisms)

[mr-mickey-minaj]

[lisawazowski]

“I am proud to announce that I have finally figured out the type of guys I like. Are you ready for this? Okay-- the ones who sing like an angel, dance like a dad and write songs like a god. Basically I’m describing Sufjan Stevens. I want to marry Sufjan Stevens.”

[scottxreed]

Pandate || Lisa&Scott

Scott looked down at his mini hot pink paper notebook, nodding his head along to Bette Davis Eyes as it played through his headphones. He reread the list of things he had wrote out for Lisa. “Oh! Almost forgot,” he said and wrote down ‘giant tentacles coming out of wall alien erotica story I found online’. All his life, Scott had struggled with being restless. Always on the move, always having to keep his hands busy, never being able to sit still. This behavior had gotten him in trouble on several different occasions in his life, especially when he was in school, and making friends became quite difficult for him. Hardly no one could keep up with him, and that’s why he would be forever thankful he had Lisa. When his mind became too restless and he couldn’t remember things, she’s the one who suggested they started writing down all the stuff they wanted to tell each other; weird things they had found online, songs they wanted add to their never ending dance party playlist, their top ten celebrity baby names of the week. 

Turning to his closet, he smiled. It was jam packed with all the notebooks he had filled up since middle school. The fact that she went along with it in the first place is just one of many things he loved about her. She was the only person he had ever met who accepted and embraced all his weirdness without question. That’s why he’d do anything for her, even things most people would be too humiliated to do, such as putting on footie PJ’s and going on a pandate. Walking to his closet, he took out the kangaroo footie PJ’s, deciding to go with these today since they had a pouch in the front and he could carry cool things inside it. Once he had finished getting ready, he made his way over to Lisa’s house. 

Some days he got lucky and she left the door unlocked. Meaning he didn’t have to wait outside for thirty minutes until she answered. Luckily, today was one of those days and he walked straight in, but froze when he heard the TV blasting from the living room. He groaned and walked to the living room. “Rainbow, no.” He glared at the TV then back at Lisa. “I’ve told you a million times. No more I Love New York. You are going to rot your brain out. Let’s go,” he said walking over to her and placing his arms around her waist. He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “I am officially cutting you off.”

[lisawazowski]

For the past two days, Lisa found herself completely immersed in the sad world of the ever complex Tiffany "New York" Pollard. What originally started as her attempt to relive her favorite middle school show turned into something much more sinister. She couldn't stop watching. It didn't matter if her parents begged her to watch Christmas movies with them, or if her brother wanted to use her as a model for his photos, something she usually loved doing. Nothing besides finding out who loved New York mattered to her. The ridiculous reality show had taken over her life and the worst part was-- she kind of didn't mind.

Though, with Scott, it was a different story. She'd easily give up the show to go on a pandate with him. Or at least she intended to. After changing into her unicorn pj's, she sat on the couch to wait for him and by some magical force of fate, the remote fell off the table and started the show again. If you asked Lisa, she'd call it serendipity at it's finest. Clearly some forces of nature wanted her to finish the show and who was she to argue with those forces? Diverting her attention back to the screaming match between two muscly men at dinner, she completely zoned out. 

She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but before she knew it she was being pulled away from her one true love. "Scott, you can't do this to me. It's the finale! It's everything my soul has been waiting for. Will she pick Chance or Tango? Tango or Chance? I mean, technically I know, but I wanna experience it all over again." She sighed deeply and watched as the tv got smaller and smaller the farther they moved away from it. “Now I’ll never knooooowww.”

[lisawazowski]

✉Message✉ || &;Lisa

Russell: Yes! We should! And we should include the word dweeb and dweeby as many times as we can so we are able to make our point.

Russell: Dweeb does sounds like and endearment term. It's kind of cute. It sounds like the name of a cat. IT WOULD MAKE A GREAT CAT NAME! Dweeb the cat. DWEEBY THE CAT! Animals are all dweebs in the endearing term.

Russell: Of course! You are like a ray of sunshine that makes everyones life better. You are like the personification of chocolate.

Lisa: Omg I wonder what the world record for using the word dweeb/dweeby properly in a letter because tbh i think we could beat it. i feel like we have that in us, Russell.

Lisa: OMG IT WOULD. i need to get a cat and name it Dweeby. I hope it's one of those super fluffy ones. I love fluffy things. Animals specifically and blankets. My ideal life is sleeping under a fluffy blanket surrounded by fluffy animals

Lisa: That's literally the sweetest thing anyone's ever told me and idk what I did to deserve it but I appreciate it so much I could cry.

Lisa: Like from happiness, not sadness.

[sonnyysideup-blog]

Wait…wait…-motions for her to shut the door- did you really think it looked okay? I mean it wasn’t too ridiculous right? It costs me six bucks on ebay.

[lisawazowski]

-slowly walks back into the room, nodding her head- Scott’s honor. I mean-- scouts honor. Sorry my best friend says that a lot and it kind of just-- stuck. Anyway, yes, it’s great and no, not ridiculous at all. I mean, maybe if you like bedazzled it or something. But the way it is is a+. You’re a chef?

[sonnyysideup-blog]

-spins around and quickly rips a chef hat off of his head- HEY EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING? 

[lisawazowski]

Sorry! Sorry. I didn’t know anyone was in here, I’m sorry. I’m leaving. Nice hat, okay bye.

[parksandprep]

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[lisawazowski]

✉Message✉ || &;Lisa

Russell: Could one be able to say that dweeb is a dweeby word? I don't think dweeby is a word though...

Russell: Okay, but like just think about the reasons that someone in 1964 use the word dweeb. Also I'm looking and there was a serial killer called "The Boston Strangler". Okay, first of all you are like one of the mosg amazing people I've met so I'm going to shhs you now. You are the opposite of dweeb; you are attractive, significant and nept. Which isn't a word, but you get my point..

Russell: I feel like we are in Thanksgiving again, thanking about these things. It's nice. I like that you've allowed me to introduce you to this whole different world and that you've pretty much made my life better. I love how you ramble, it's cute. I think I already said that.

Russell: Just as you did, I will refuse to ignore you c:

Lisa: Dweeby should be a word I think. We should write the dictionary people a strongly worded letter telling them to include dweeby in the next edition.

Lisa: Imagine if dweeb started out as a compliment like 'wow russell you're so darn dweeby i love it'. OMG OR WHAT IF IT WAS LIKE A SUPER HUGE INSULT LIKE 'you're such a dweeb it makes me sick' i like it better as an endearing term tbh, which is how i use it. go ahead and shhh me it doesn't mean I'll actually shush.

Lisa: You really think I made your life better?? I didn't actually think that was possible. Wow.

[lisawazowski]

Text || Rainbow

Scott: What a shame, Lisa Simpson. Yes! We can chill at the Eiffel Tower and shout out my favorite lines from alien erotica books at people as they pass by. Did you know that was a thing? I found out and obviously the first thing I did was get my hands on some. 10/10, Rainbow, 10/10. P.S.S. Pinky promise?

Scott: You're too kind to me, but remember the last time tho??? When that waitress tried to throw us out for wearing our PJs and Walter yelled at her for an hour about how we were his best costumers and to always seat us even if we came in there naked. I love that guy.

Scott: But I'm on my way to get you right now. YOU BETTER ANSWER YOUR DOOR THIS TIME.

Lisa: You have alien erotica and you're only telling me about it now? Wow. I should've been the first person you called when you got your hands on it. Actually scratch that, you should've ran all the way from the bookstore to my house and recited some lines from it under my window. It's the only appropriate way to appreciate it. P.S.S.S. Double pinky promise.

Lisa: I swear that waitress has given us the stink eye since that day. But bless Walter's beautiful heart. He's the only one in this town who appreciates us and our pjs. I think I'm gonna marry him one day tbh. He has such kind eyes and I think kind eyes are important in a person. Will you be my maid of honor?

Lisa: EXCUSE ME FOR BEING TOO CAUGHT UP IN I LOVE NEW YORK. I'm a simple girl with simple desires.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Touch me, and wake me up.

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems (via plathisms)