December 2010
113 posts
Resolution Revisit.
*Looking back on last years resolutions. 2009 was apparently as bad as I remember it. Good to know. But hey, I didn’t do too bad this year! Publishing was not a go, but I am helping to publish others by working for Nrothridge Review, right? And as for musicals, I just happened to be a part of the best show of my life, right?! And I didn’t cheat on test nor man, no crocs were bought and...
goldenponygirl:
I think that the reason you can’t be alone is that you are left to face your own demons. When you are with someone -in true BS fashion- you occupy your thoughts with ways to make yourself adored and manipulating what that person is thinking about you at that very moment. It must be sad basing your entire self-worth on what others think of you. Then again, if you really cared...
Shake It Up.
You’re favorite joke was to talk about the day we would be competing writers, pushing novels against one another.
Now that I see all the little lines and loving whispers you copy and pasted from posthumous romances, I feel the need to tell you
There is no competition between an earthquake and a seismograph. One shakes and another simply records.
I like to categorize people by what other emotion they represent.
Like my best friend reminds me of finding one last fry at the bottom of the bag.
Today I asked my friend Ben what the opposite of that would be for mortal enemies.
“Definitely when you call your teacher ‘mom’”
This may be the best simile of all time.
You know who used to cut class? Jimi Hendrix
bringthebeards:
And ya know what happened to him? He died.
Choking on his own vomit.
Resolution # 2:
I think it’s important to pick things that aren’t totally self-serving as resolutions. I mean maybe it’s the inner Cheeseburger within speaking but I always get sad when people say losing ______ lbs is there resolution because come on. What’s that doing to better the inner you? And more importantly, what’s that doing to help the universe?
Truth be told, losing weight...
liezlwashere:
I Don’t Mind The Eames Era
And I...
Resolution # 1:
This may sound crazy but hear me out on this eve of the baby Jesus:
My first resolution is to stop analyzing what things mean to me and to celebrate that they simply mean something.
Let’s break this down.
I think there is this over abundance of the notion of avoiding meaning within my generation. People have commitment issues, people are cynical or defensive. Also people (I) get caught...
Goodnight.
So I crossed over into the confrontational text message girl area.
Bad.
But then again isn’t there a get out of jail free card when the recipient calls girls “trim” and still openly loves Livestrong bracelets?
I thought so.
Redeemed.
Goodnight Timblr!
Real Talk
I’ve been reading a lot of totally nerdy articles and essays on the conventions of reality within fiction and I’ve been thinking about the following;
Are we in a construct of labeling cheap lies as the creative?
Many say that literature’s job is to create a new reality, not to mimic, but from what I understand, creation is not creativity at all. Creativity is misunderstood....
But what is simple in the moonlight by the morning...
I Knew
dearoldlove:
I knew you could do it.
If only you knew it too.
Manifesto.
My mom always tells the story with tears in her eyes. She’ll take out her address book and she’ll read little notes that she jotted down to make sure she tells the story with due justice. She’ll tell you it was 2:45 in the afternoon and she was just waking up. My mom works as a night nurse at a nursing home, so she has the same sleep schedule as what I imagine a famous guitarist or a crack...
"Never allow someone to be your priority while...
Mark Twain.
I calculated about 9 hours spent listening to Detlef Schrempf in total.
Silently blinking off beat with my head on your shoulder in a parking lot.
I think, no matter how I move on, I’ll always miss those estimated 9 hours
when every thing stopped in the two seater soundbox.
Young Hearts, Run Free.
**Looking through tapes made the summer out of high school. This was the tape that I made to keep my heart from exploding with young love. Where I should probably shake my head at myself back then (but come on, back then was only like 3 years ago, Marina…) I really love that idea of making a mix to help you through a completely mental situation. So here, alas, is the famed ‘take a few...
Welcome to My Morning.
Nothing is better than spending an hour with your sister shaking gifts under the tree and saying “This one sucks, so does this one. This one too” then going down a list of dudes we hate then driving to go to the butcher to buy a bunch of meat.
Seriously, if there was a trophy for being kickass
this house would get it today.
“Nevermind, I’ll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you,...”
– Someone Like You, by ADELE (via thefrostytruth)
Bummer.
This is the saddest blog to ever exist.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
The thinspiration blog.
Excuse me while I continue to eat my 9th pack of Smarties while I read this.
WHY!!
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“I want the audience to walk out of the theatre saying, ‘Those kids shouldn’t be...”
– Michael Bennett, in reference to A Chorus Line (via fymusicals)
[Everybody fades out in a way right? Not even in a terrible sadness, but more or less their legacy always wins. Always. Even if it take 20 years to accept they’re gone, the fact is that the image of them kicking is always in...
Fit me for my Avila Bay, future.
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