December 2011
189 posts
sitting in my basement playing/belting out adele songs on the piano…… I’m the only one in my house and this is still fucking embarassing.
but u no wut
I DONT GIVE A FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
WatchMads requested that I email this to her and I couldn’t figure out how to attach a video file on gmail so I’m posting it on here. DEAL WITH IT.
also, I lied- I have eaten six poached eggs today.
if I can find some dude who is awesome in pretty much all the ways and who I love or whatever then maybe I will find a bunch of babies who need adopting and scoop ‘em up and buy a giant van or like a boat or some shit and then just dump the dude and the babies on that motherfucker and then just travel around the world and have a million billion adventures and live in the freakin rainforest...
cherryalmond asked: That's awesome! What are some of the titles?
you’re in my blood like holy wine
you taste so bitter, and so sweet
oh but I could drink a case of you, darling
and I’d still be on my feet,
oh I would still be on my feet
“You have to question a cinematic culture which preaches artistic expression, and...”
– Ryan Gosling, in a letter protesting the NC-17 rating of ‘Blue Valentine’. The rating was based on one consensual sex scene, in which he performs cunnilingus on Michelle Williams. (via agarfields)
sometimes I write stuff →
if you want to read it you should probably click on this
dancingnancy:
i know not whether i should
plot my emotions as constellations
on the inner dome of my experience
or to hold them up to the lens of reason.
do i guard them or, using pins,
hang them on lines, like clothes, free for people
to see, to understand, or maybe even to appreciate
a friend - a stranger - might walk by and think
“i too have a shirt like that.”
I LOVE THIS, CHRIS....
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scottiehughes:
last night you were blond, braided tightly round my wrists like i’d never seen before
and the storm had us riding burned and dodging light we were touching galaxies
love this.
you’re in my blood like holy wine
A WEBSITE THAT HAS EVERY EPISODE EVER OF "WHOSE... →
OKAY COOL GUESS I’LL NEVER GET ANYTHING DONE EVER AGAIN
to do:
-figure out what the fuck I’m doing with my life
-clean room
Via the WaPo: A eulogy for Takoma Park’s ’fox... →
hellomynameismaddy:
a local legend…
I wish you could see things people write on your wall and then think better of actually posting.
yeah, well.
so many generous gifts from the people I love.
feeling incredibly blessed and grateful today.
OH SHIT
THIS IS THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER
TODAY I WENT DOWNSTAIRS AND FOUND TWO GUINEA PIGS IN MY HOUSE.
AND I WAS LIKE
?????????????
AND THEN MY BROTHER WAS LIKE
THEY’RE JIMMY’S, I’M BABYSITTING THEM THIS WEEKEND
AND THEN I WAS LIKE
CHRISTMAS GUINEA PIG MIRACLE
I’ll never give up, John Lennon.
don’t you worry.
LAPOOR: hi everyone- all my buddies and their... →
lapoor:
hi everyone- all my buddies and their buddies (tkpk-centric and beyond!):
this break i’m making costumes and planning photos that i’d love for you all to be involved in. (also doing this after break 4 y’all ny buddies.) i forsee nights making costumes and dressing up, sleepovers that dribble…
EEK THIS SOUNDS LIKE THE BEST IDEA EVERRRRRRRRR I am going back to chicago on the...
: do you ever feeel like the universe is sending... →
earthlaughsinflowersmyfriends:
forgive me im a lil drunk
ok tonight I went to a gay bar. im straight, but i was trying to be the wing woman to my gay man friend. i recently decided to officially end things with Trevor. long story. but he called tonight and i answered but it was so loud the phone sesh lasted for 10 seconds and…
there are other fish Trevors in the sea.
hahaha this made...
I just finished reading The Virgin Suicides for the first time and I can feel it tumbling around in my stomach, shifting the way I think about life and death and art and words and ideas. I know it’s probably a total cliché, but I don’t think I’ll ever be the same. that is a special, special book.
I’m wearing green eyeliner
so
you know
watch out, world
strong independent woman here
being strong and independent
don’t tell me what color eyeliner to wear
i do what i want
oriotso:
don’t dismantle your friends. that’s not how you make friends.
gurl tru dat
I’m getting to the age where it’s normal for my friends to travel across the country to spend christmas with the family of their significant other. or for somebody’s significant other to be visiting for christmas.
that makes me feel old.
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love poem
you are the reason I point this gun to my head
and the reason I cannot pull the trigger.
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how do you do it, little one-
speak with such authority on things you do not understand?
you are teeth and shaved head
you are serenity with panic simmering beneath your tattered sweatshirt
and you spout twisting speeches to the four winds
in the hopes that perhaps someday
you will accidentally explain it to yourself
in the hopes that perhaps someday
you will finally understand.
I want poached eggs so fucking bad
I’m addicted u guyz
ugh
fromasecondstory:
Listening to frank Sinatra Christmas album On the train back to rhode island from NYC Forehead pressed to the glass I’m a sap for new England Christmas
:))))
this made me so happy
Sunday, December 18, 2011
I overslept a bit in the morning, exhausted from a crazy weekend, and scrambled to get dressed, hugged Claire and Lauren goodbye, and was off to the megabus station. I made it to the bus in the nick of time, and sat in the cramped little seats behind the driver because they were all there was, and suggled up with my huge furry coat as a pillow and listened to folk music as I watched the highway...
Saturday, December 17th, 2011
We woke up at 11 or so, and Nicole made us scrambled eggs. we ate them in her little kitchen with crackers and cheese and talked. we got all bundled up and took the subway over to a weird little junk shop we had seen the night before. It was thoroughly strange, filled with dust and neon orange skeleton earrings and vintage issues of Playboy and odd figurines. we walked through the neighborhood and...
Friday, December 16, 2011
hopped on a bus to new york on friday afternoon wearing my mom’s huge fuzzy coat and a backpack full of pajamas and books. arrived at 9 or so and took the subway to Nicole’s lovely apartment in Brooklyn, saw Claire and Lauren and Clara and Nicole was overwhelmed by love, met Mike and Claire C. and instantly liked them so much. we strolled on over to the brooklyn night bazaar, a...
I just put some posts in a queue, I have never done that before! prepare for some methodically spaced posts about my weekend tomorrow! LAWL UGH IM THE WORST