February 2011
63 posts
“I want to say somewhere: I’ve tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in. I scowled at the world. And the world scowled back. We were locked in a stare of mutual disgust. I used to let...
getting better isn't pretending to be better until...
we have been suffocating quite a few of our tendencies. we should write when our fingers tingle, and scowl when our stomachs scream, and collapse when our knees go shaking, and cry when we get to laughing, and sit when we are sick of standing strong. sit.
“You think you have mastered it, but just as you get well underway in following,...”
– “The Yellow Wallpaper”
January 2011
89 posts
when i was younger i wanted to be tiny
“your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the...”
– The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski (via vavin)
why i'm always going to be okay
i am an odd contortionist, the kind that bends and shakes but never quakes the kind that after leaving does some grieving but will not can not does not stop believing.
Dominique and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good,...
“The fiend is his own shape is less hideous, than when he rages in the breast of...”
– Nathaniel Hawthorne, “Young Goodman Brown”
kid’s got heart and his heart’s smart....
i don't know if you read this still, and if you...
there has always been a monumental gap between the way i perceive you and the way that you are. but it is collapsing.
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when i'm done doing
and there’s just me, and the insides of my eyelids, and the mind in my skull, and this body with room to roll in this bed: it is rough, it gets hard, it is rough.
i feel very alone.
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something different / the same thing
It was dark when she awoke. Her fingers swam over her sheets for the time. Seven AM. The girl closed her eyes and sank into herself. Today is a day. Will I feel good? I am going to feel good. She rose. There are some things we have in our hands. Things we roll, toss from left to right, cup, curl our fists around and squeeze. There are some things we let sit there, knuckles pressed against the...
i feel good about things today
“it’s time to let go or be dragged.”
The truth does not wear a watch. The truth always...
there are some things people aren’t supposed to know
Things I Hear In The Airport and Forget I Heard...
from the woman crying on the phone “Because I want to feel good. And I don’t. I don’t feel good. I want you to make me feel good. I want you to want to make mefeel good, like I want to make you feel good.”
I am having one of those hours in one of those days where I realize how much of an idiot I am being / have been.
Things I Write on Post-Its
Everything is lent and borrowed. What has ever been mine to keep? I am learning to say thank you and let go.
Mary says it’s okay, she can see the...
Things I Hear and See and Like
“Don’t just do something, stand there” “I don’t want to fix this, I want to look at it.” “What is it like to struggle with the vulnerability that it takes to truly experience the world?” “Somewhere in the night, someone was writing.”
“My ideal is to speak out of three sides of my mouth. Then I could give you the thesis, the...
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I don't know what I'm trying to say
When I was young people told me I was special. They’d say “You’re going to do something great for the world.” They’d say “You’re someone, for sure, you’re someone.” The part of me that went to church believed them. I felt chosen. I felt a tug in my guts that I knew others didn’t feel. I looked for signs, woke up in cold sweats, checking...
Anonymous asked: yo. who be you??
revised spring schedule
Intro to Cultural Anthropology Music Cultures of The World American Gothic Readings in the Humanities this is EvrYthng SO BettR yAHaHAHYaHdd <#
on not caring
it doesn’t hurt but it doesn’t feel good either
“The girl dreams she is dangerously ill. Suddenly birds come out of her skin and...”
– Carl Jung, Man and His Symbols (via liquidnight)
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Here It Is
There is something to be said about the coyness of new lovers. Eyes asking questions. Fingers taking their first steps. There is something to be said about the way the guts laugh with them then, and how later—when there are 1,000 wrong answers and no questions— the guts plead. There is something to be said about the time before “pretend we’ve been no where” glances...
In The Desert, By Stephen Crane
donotdococaineonme:
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial,Who, squatting upon the ground,Held his heart in his hands,And ate of it.I said, “Is it good, friend?”“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; “But I like it“Because it is bitter,“And because it is my heart.”
Oh, noose Tied myself in, tied myself too tight...
I am considerate as fuck.
“I still keep my baby teeth in the bedside table with my jewelry. You still sleep...”
– Wye Oak
“however vast the darkness,
we must supply our own light”
– kubrick (via jenna2step)
