January 2009
216 posts
December 2008
200 posts
Tobias: There's the woman I'm sexually attracted to!
Lindsay: Ugh
Tobias: Well, I'm off to the gym to prepare for our tryst.
Michael: Tryst?
Tobias: Yes, Lindsay and i are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse.
Michael: You can just say intercourse.
2009
do-nadir:
Go to Canada
Don’t answer
Make money
Keep using the elliptical
Write a truly great article
Date
Ski
Find a person you love in Vermont
Don’t do the reading for a reason you’ll never forget
Profess self-worth
Read 52 books (or poem anthologies, long and sweeping articles, great films)
Don’t look back
Ditto.
Regretfully,
I am apparently not telekinetic.
bryonmcdonald:janemarcus:whatson:magiclysslyss:
...
I recently changed the text tone on my phone to...
and I’m not used to it so it keeps scaring the shit out of me.
Musical Limitations
It often comes to my attention that I maybe lack musical variety. This is true, and it’s pretty much just because I am a lazy mother effer, and I am moody and go through long phases of listening to exclusively one or two artists.
I like what I like, and I welcome new music when it falls into my lap, but I am content listening to what I always have. It’s for the same reason that I am...
I need to watch Donnie Darko again.
I’ve re-watched it every year since seventh grade. I notice something or gain new meaning every time; the time is now. Any takers?
boui:
4 Vicky; Cause if we were in our room this...
you were all yellow →
look at the stars.
my heart come undone, slowly unravels in a ball of...
ruh roh
We laugh because we both know it’s weird. Uncomfortably funny. It’s been three months. You call me now? for that? I don’t get it; or I do get it, but I don’t want to. Plus you’re kind of an ass (why has it taken so long for me to see that?). Still, I tell you I’ll ask around, see if someone can hook you up. I probably won’t call you back, though. I...
new good german word
mofug:
Milchzähne-baby teeth
milch means milk. zähne means teeth.
Masterful! Languages are shweet; too bad there’s not a specific word in English that encompasses the idea of “baby teeth”.
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“it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,...”
– e.e. cummings
mad lahv, mad luv, mad love
Biggie had better flow, but Tupac had more heart.
In dream world you argue this with me, and we agree to disagree. You let me have the win anyways.
Loot
Christmas giftage was pleasantly limited to books, books, books, a few clothing staples, new phone, assorted knick-knacks, and books. I have the time now, and an arsenal of new reading material; I want, need, and can now let my mind wander into warm places that I wants to be, rather than unfriendly places too near to the harsh reality that I long to avoid.
copycats:
“Lilac Wine” by Jeff Buckley
...
Lucid
inkorea:
I had the first lucid dream in a long time.
I was at my friend Abbey’s house, whom I haven’t seen in over 7 years. I was in her backyard making eggs while we were both lying down in a lawn chair when she mentioned her boyfriend.
I stopped rubbing her back, told her that he was going to beat me up but continued to fry the eggs in the air when I thought it would be a good idea to erase...
“I am taffy stuck and tongue tied,
Stutter-shook and uptight.
Pull me out from...”
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You're never actually ready to die
I still feel anxiety stepping out into the night, making my way across the asphalt to the safety of my car; it sits engulfed in the darkness that feeds my nightmares. Making it there is but a small victory: I still have to jump in, turn the heater up, the white noise down, and the engine on, to make my way home.
A minuscule fear fueled by a runaway imagination: I really should cut down my Law...
copycats:
“Blackbird” by Elliott Smith
...
An open confession and letter I'll never send
do-nadir:
This needs to be off my chest.
I never wanted or knew how to fall out of love. For you it seemed so natural.
This all seems tardy and clingy, something I should have realized months ago. I should have “moved on.” I guess I have, in the way that I can be happy all day whereas in September I would cry incessantly.
I still cannot listen to Bob Dylan, the song you recorded for me, Band...
Waiting for my clothes to dry =
Reblogging four days worth of superb posts. Trying very hard to exhibit self control. Need to hurry my lil’ booty up to pick up sar, and scurry on over to shlau’s.