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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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shark vs the universe
hello vonnie
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One Nice Bug Per Day
$LAYYYTER
@theartofmadeline
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@markets
hi i am markets (a big one) aka angie here is my (outdated it says im a minor im not) carrd. that drawing edited onto the first picture is the best drawing ever it is by my good friend @skittay and that song is the markets theme song made by a robot
Hi angie
Hey man
bah
LETS ALL KILL OURSELVES
angie i am being so /srs anon is right....... your mental state reminds me exactly of how i was before i realized i had bpd and took active steps to fix it........
bpd anon counter: 2
ANGIE U ARE SO STUPID
Reading through your blog makes me want to grab your shoulders and scream get tested for BPD!!! Which I know you probably don't have BPD but everything here reminds me so much of when I was undiagnosed and didn't understand why my every thought and movement and relationship seemed to flipflop so much all day everyday
getting diagnosed by my anons that’s how you know it’s bad
anon if you’re still here i need you to know my life would be so so so much better if id listened to you
i canoed home from the club
At the party there was this guy who looked like the dare sunglasses and everything which intrigued me #whiteboycongregation and so i talked to him a little and danced near him significantly more and at the end he asked for my number i am literally impossible to stop . Still in love with you know who but it’s nice to know im capable
Backreading the blog and what the fuck does #whiteboycongregation mean
i don’t have a five year plan because every two years i realize i need a different life
Anyone have any tips/resources for learning Egyptian arabic🌞🌞
You are DEAD longer than you are ALIVE And you aree WASTING IT by GIVING IN TO FEAR FEAR FEAR IS THE ENEMY
aha! you may have mistaken my statement of "women belong in the kitchen" as misogynistic, but you see, i think being in the kitchen is a good thing. women's innate desire to make sandwiches is a positive trait, and we all know if it's positive it doesn't count as a stereotype. i'm very smart and i know what feminism is.
turning to markets nation because i am desperate does anyone know what to do about EXTREME AND SUDDEN BRAIN FOG ALL DAY ACCOMPANIRD BY FATIGUE IN THE LATE AFTERNOONS/EVENINGS fucjing HELP😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
after hours by the velvet underground on ribs (bootleg gramophone recordings made from x-ray films in predominantly the 50s and 60s in the soviet union)
Drawing seals on their job cause my brain isn't cooperating to do mine
The poet and novelist on the real reason he became a writer.
Situations where you exhibited cruelty?
I don’t know if it would be cruelty, but anger, rage, certain desires that would have never exhibited in my brother. There was a moment when I was 15 — I’ve been trying to articulate this for so long, and your question is putting me down the slippery slope. I’ve been trying to articulate it, because it’s important, but I’ve been ashamed. People ask me, why did you become a writer? I give the answer that makes sense: I went to Pace University, I tried business school because I wanted to help my mother. I couldn’t do it, and I went to Brooklyn College and to an English department, and then I became a writer. That’s not untrue, although I don’t know if it’s honest, and your question is now bringing me to this idea of cruelty and goodness. There was this one event when I was 15 that I think altered the course of my life, although at that time it was not an epiphanic moment. But the desire to be a writer probably started with the desire to commit myself to understanding suffering. What was the moment?
I’m trying to be eloquent. I don’t know if I will be. I’ll say it first, then describe it. When I was 15, I decided to kill somebody. Oh, my God.
I didn’t do it. Ah, my God. [Long pause.] I was working on the tobacco farm, and I rode my bike every day. It was five miles out. You wake up at 6 in the morning. I rode my bike, and I went to work mostly with migrant farmers. You’d get paid under the table, and if you show up every day, you get a $1,000 bonus at the end of the season. It was this hot July evening. I was in my room and I look out the window and see that someone has stolen my bike. It was someone I knew in our neighborhood. He was a drug dealer. You would put your bike outside on the stoop when you’re running in and out, and this guy was known to grab your bike, and there’s nothing you could do about it. But I snapped that day. I saw him, and I was so angry, because I knew: I’m not going to get this back, I’m going to lose my $1,000. For context: My mom made $13,000. I go outside and say, “Give me back my bike.” And essentially he said, “Eff off.” I lost it. I went across the street to my friend Big Joe’s house. I knocked on his window. I remember putting both of my hands on the windowsill. I have no shirt on. I’m sweating, I’m so angry, and I said, “Please let me borrow your gun.” [Vuong begins to cry.] I’m so sorry. Can I give you a hug? [Vuong and I embrace.] I appreciate that you’re being honest, but if it’s too much, we can stop. OK?
I think what I’m trying to get at is that I didn’t become an author to have a photo in the back of a book. Writing became a medium for me to try to understand what goodness is. Because when I was begging my friend, “Please give me your gun,” he said: “Ocean, I’m not going to do that. You need to go home.” What was so touching to me is that I was not responsible for that. Someone else’s better sense saved me.
foolishly forgot about the paywall bc nyt let me read the article for free, here's a nonpaywalled version
does anyone know what to do
everytime I come back to tumblr I gotta check in on this blog to catch up on the latest angie markets news truly a cornerstone of my internet experience
thank you wowowow what an honor!!! No news is good news and that’s where im at. ridiculous things keep happening but I can’t remember any rn. A dear friend came to visit this weekend and it’s smooth sailing with my boy. I want to explore the ocean and the sea and git gud at physics and chem and bio and everything I suck at and learn how to build stuff and im trying to decide which to do first. Sun is setting later, blonde twink and I ran into each other three separate times today and exchanged friendly hellos. Might be cooked for. A test tomorrow but regardless this is still the dream. Hope ur all well :)
