May 2012
163 posts
“The idea of my future simultaneously thrilled and terrified me, like standing at the lip of a very sheer cliff- I could fly, or fall. I didn’t know how to fly, and I didn’t want to fall. So I backed away from the cliff and went in search of something that had a clear, solid trajectory for me to follow, like hopscotch.”
— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted
April 2012
213 posts
I want to shoot myself when being in this dreadful class. It genuinely feels like I have to endure a stage in hell when I’m in here.
You have this 4’6 Asian bitch that sings call me maybe and talks about how hyper she is. Then you have this Dora looking girl who praises her every move and laughs at the idiotic things she does and says.
Kill me. Now.
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love is a tired symphony you hum when you’re awake and love is a crying baby mama warned you not to shake and love’s the best sensation hiding in the lion’s mane so I’ll clear the road, the gravel and the thorn-bush in your path that burns a scented oil that I’ll drip into your bath the water’s there to warm you and the earth is warmer when you laugh
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“Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars… and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers - for no reason. It is...
“I hit the intersections where your shoulders meet your neck, passing through the car wrecks of ex-boyfriends who parallel parked on the dead ends. and I just hope your skin lends me an extra mile so I can slow down, take a while to admire the landscape, drape my arm over your being there. this time when it comes to your skin, I’m a drunk driver trying to walk a straight line. I’ve been pulled...
A flower shop managed solely by good looking guys.
After you die, it is believed that you have 7 minutes of brain activity left inside you, and in the 7 minutes you experience your entire life over, in a kind of dream… Because in a dream time is stretched.
So if this is the case, what if right now you’re in that 7 minutes. How do you know if you’re alive or just reliving old memories.
“I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds. I want to gaze with astonishment at mouldy garden fences. I want to experience them all, to hear young birth plantations and trembling leaves, to see light and sun, to enjoy wet green-blue valleys in the evening, to sense goldfish glinting, to see white clouds building up in the sky, to...
Anonymous asked: You are beautiful. I mean that.
Someone told me they were listening to Mumford and Sons in the morning and it reminded them of me. I looked at that guy in the face with such a puzzled look. I’ve never listened to a song by them, and I was never in favor of them either. Why couldn’t it of been some popular Belle and Sebastian song— I don’t know something of my liking.
I shouldn’t even be...
What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
karenfelloutofbedagain: Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might...
“This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days, and I kept them in a little box. And one day, I threw them out into the yard. “Oh, it’s just a couple little innocent bad days.” Well, we had a big rain. I don’t know what it was growing in but I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds, too. Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The...
“All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the moon- the dearest arms in all the world- darling arms that I love so to feel around me- How much longer before they’ll be here to stay? When I do get home again, you’ll certainly have a most awful time ever moving me one inch from you.”
— Zelda to Scott, 1919
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special stuff
A ring that has flowers etched onto it. Sent by a very special person.
A letter from my aunt to my sister I had found from the year of 89’. She told my sister not to be homesick, and that her little sister (me) was young, and to never let her under your skin—to love her more than she can ever explain in simple words.
A light up elephant key chain from the same aunt.
Another letter,...
“There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmonid knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and...
“Strangers kiss softly as moths, she thought.”
— In the Skin of a Lion, Michael Ondaatje
