February 2012
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“I’m helplessly, progressively in love.”
– The Rum Diary
communication, by nikki giovanni
if music is the universal language
think of me as one whole note
if science has the most perfect language
just think of me as Mc2
since mathmatics can speak to the infinite
picture me as 1 to the first power
what i mean is one day
i’m gonna grab your love
and you’ll be satisfied
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I officially approve of taking oneself on dates.
I took me on a lovely and romantic date tonight after being forgotten by a man I suppose I had considered cheating on myself with… I took me to Panchero’s and bought us a veggie burrito bowl and some pico de gallo with chips, drove over to the movie theater with the food in my purse, held the door for myself, and paid for me’s movie ticket, like a real gentleman. Then I put my arm around myself...
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What the hell is up with these Dr. Pepper ads?
“It’s not for women”? Well, it’s certainly not for me. In fact, I like Dr. Pepper. Unfortunately, not only is this ad offensive or depreciating to women (not to mention ignorant, sexist, appropriating), it’s also a generalization of men, mens’ attitudes, gender identities, and soda choices… I’m livid, really. And after a quick google search, it would...
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he has become comfortable enough to blow his nose but leaves his shoes on when he enters the house the adopted neuroses of his parents ensure that if i ever bore his children they would never touch the mighty mississippi river or taste cookie dough, raw and sweet i have become freud’s oedipus scrubbing off his sweat in hot water i can still hear my mother say “you were conceived...
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heavy implications of suicide - what is my moral...
someone i love very dearly has been alluding to depression and self-mutilation for months now. i thought she would be strong enough to pull herself out of this funk, so i just encouraged her all the time. this week though, she texted me that she was feeling suicidal lately, and tonight, she tried to get me to take her pets and give me her cameras (dslr and analog, and she’s a photographer)....
“What is REAL? Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out...”
– The Velveteen Rabbit (via evocative-eloquence)
i photographed a wedding and the bride’s friend read this passage. i could barely hold up my camera i was so weak in tears
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three things i am apparently immune to:
hangovers embarrassment sleep deprivation
i want someone to be new with; to make important, and to make me important, too.
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Do you guys push your books against the back of the shelf, or do you line them up at the edge? Also, do you organize them in any other way? What are some of your favorites and why?
maybe
there is no shared human experience… just intertwining ones
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purchases in last 7 days: faux hawk, queen vinyl set, collected poems of robert frost, home manicure, new phone, best salad ever. good week
dump diving hipster: OK, here's basically it →
sallyjessyrofl:
Have sex with as many partners as you want (depending on whether or not you’re in an explicitly monogamous relationship).
Be safe about it. Use contraception. Get regularly checked.
Don’t judge your friend on how many sexual partners he or she has/ have had. Just make sure they’re safe about…
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toribeth asked: squee! i love you too!
evocative-eloquence:
“I thought you of all people would help, but I guess you’re worse and more detached than I thought.”
“so we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales; i think you lost...”
– bright eyes
January 2012
48 posts
1-30-12 (part 1)
At number eleven forty-five, North Booth street in Dubuque, Iowa, stands an old white house with lilac bushes in the front yard and a limestone wall and a garden behind it. Closer to two decades ago now than one, a man and a woman offered what they could afford and moved in with their baby and their intentions to build a life and a family there. In dreams of their daughter’s happy childhood,...
“Photography is the product of complete alienation.”
– Marcel Proust. (Seth and I went to Chicago for three days. We saw the new exhibit at the Art Institute on conceptual photography as well as many other things. It was good to be out of small town Iowa for a while. Back to work at 7am, unfortunately.)
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left-overthoughtsfromtypewriters replied to your photoset: a crocheted coral reef that travels from museum to…
Wow, those are beautiful.
aren’t they? i can hardly imagine how long the whole piece took to assemble, look at how big it was:
Please watch and share this video. →
“Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I’m always missing someone or...”
– Elizabeth Wurtzel (via donttalktomeplease)
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8-2-11
I believe still that love exists. Despite everything, I believe that it exists in a mother kissing her frightened child’s head in the middle of the night, I believe that it exists in a friend’s sacrifice of her night out to console instead, I believe that it exists in the bouquet on the widower’s grave, and I believe that it exists in the innate concern that leads us to other...
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish...”
– Anaïs Nin (via venebelle)
The Government ███ ████████ says ██████ ██████████...
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“If my work has a theme, I suspect it is a simple one: that most human beings are...”
– Richard Yates, author of ‘Revolutionary Road’
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Tangent.
We do not live in a “timeless” era. Everything we use, everything we do is based on the technology that moves forward now, one split hair at a time. I was content with the last thing I had; I was always content with the last thing that I had. The last time I remember real simplicity was in childhood. We had a computer, but I had no real interest in using it. Sometimes I watched my dad...
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To the River--
by Edgar Allan Poe
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water, Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty-the unhidden heart- The playful maziness of art In old Alberto’s daughter; But when within thy wave she looks- Which glistens then, and trembles- Why, then, the prettiest of brooks Her worshipper resembles; For in his heart, as in thy stream, Her image deeply lies-...