October 2010
2 posts
A Pity. We Were Such a Good Invention- Yehuda...
They amputated Your thighs off my hips. As far as I’m concerned They are all surgeons. All of them. They dismantled us Each from the other. As far as I’m concerned They are all engineers. All of them. A pity. We were such a good And loving invention. An aeroplane made from a man and wife. Wings and everything. We hovered a little above the earth. We even flew a little.
before- Mark Halliday
Before you were you,
before your bicycle appeared under the street-lamp,
before you met me at the airport in a corduroy jacket,
before you agreed to hold my five ballpoint pens
while i ran to play touch football,
before your wet hair nearly touched the piano keys
and in advance of how your raincoat was tightly cinched
when you asked about nonviolent anti-war activity
and before you said...
September 2010
2 posts
Inception Sneaker
inceptionmovie:
These amazing shoes are the work of my best friend, Derek. His tumblr, and the original post of these shoes, can be seen at: http://youreagrownmanyouknow.tumblr.com/. You can also contact him there for a pair or whatever.
“You know that point in your life when you realize that the house you grew up in...”
– Zach Braff, Garden State. (via rosemarygeorge)
I don’t feel at home here, and I didn’t feel at home anymore when I actually went home last weekend.
August 2010
1 post
July 2010
3 posts
“dismissing something based on genre or hype, is buying into capitalist ways of...”
– Tobi Vail in this blog entry (via lookuplookup) (via missworld) (via tulletulle)
“I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria,...”
– Tennessee Williams (via brokenmachine)
May 2010
3 posts
April 2010
4 posts
“I turn sentences around. That’s my life. I write a sentence and then I turn it...”
– Philip Roth, The Ghost Writer (via libraryland)
March 2010
2 posts
“Under the current ‘tyranny of slenderness’ women are forbidden to become large...”
– Foucault, Femininity, and the Modernization of Patriarchal Power, Sandra Lee Bartky (via fuckthetrees) (via missworld) (via chicklit) (via katelucia) (via citizenkaleigh) (via definatalie) (via iampirate)
February 2010
6 posts
“Fashion cannot make you sexy. Experience makes you sexy. Imagination makes...”
– Yohji Yamamoto (via notacomplexperson)
“The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give...”
– Sunlight Here I Am: Interviews & Encounters 1963-1993, 2003 [Charles Bukowski] (via cuckoocuckoo) (via charlesbukowski)
This is how I feel, and one of the many reasons I am majoring in English (you know, besides the fact that I enjoy writing and practically devour books). I have no intentions...
January 2010
8 posts
A - Available: Nope.
B - Best Friend: LeAnn and Derek.
C - Crush: Boyfriend.
D - Dad’s Name: Randall.
E - Easiest Person To Talk To: Derek, I tell him so much more than he usually wants to know.
F - Favorite Band: Modest Mouse.
G - Gummy Bears Or Worms: Worms.
H - Hometown: Coral Springs, Florida.
I - Instrument: Although I haven’t played in years, I want to pick back up the...
“I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see...”
– Yohji Yamamoto mechanicalbirds : milktrees : suicideunderground (via thedracula) (via iampirate)
“Life isn’t a support-system for art. It’s the other way around.”
- Stephen King
December 2009
4 posts
November 2009
9 posts
“If I’m saying something that might offend...
- Tao Lin
“People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a...”
– Banksy (via pantherhooves)
— This quote alone deserves a FUCKYEAHBANKSY
(via aristobrat)
Fuck.
“When you live life passively, you get passed by.”
– Richie Christian (via stillifestyle)
October 2009
9 posts
“It’s always a bit discombobulating when people raise their voices in anger...”
– Robin Givhan, The Washington Post, October 18th (via liketati)
My Papa's Waltz
The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother’s countenance Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then...