We gain the pearls of wisdom from our uncomfortable human experiences, until we...– Almine (via lucifelle) we try, at least.
Bonfire of the Profanities →
newyorker: Back Issues: A look at the first occurrences of classic profanities in The New Yorker’s pages my favorites.
Facebook: what's on your mind?
Me: for you? nothing.
Facebook: you didn't go to the gym today? no declarations of erverlersting lerve for your boyfriend of ten days?
Me: correct on both counts.
Me: my Instagram feed won't refresh. this is what's on my mind. 5G's, girl.
Facebook: if you try to post that as your status, so help us, Mark Zuckerberg...
Ciao Bella Raspberry Sorbet with vanilla-bean ice cream accents, together in a bowl one tall glass of cold almond milk (vanilla, unsweetened. preferably Blue Diamond) consumption of said. results guaranteed, especially if preceeded by a few glasses of good wine. sixty percent of the time, it works all the time.
ask me your questions. →
since i can’t answer any of my own, give me yours, and i’ll see what i can do.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.– George Carlin (via kilsoquah)
here i am, sitting in the car, in front of my...
well. my parents’ house. no part of me wants to walk up the stairs and bear the brunt of their united vitriol, but for now, there is nowhere else to relocate. does stress eating have a quantum opposite? i will miss my cat, if i can find the escape hatch.
These amazing simulations end up sounding better than the real thing.– Gotye
He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a...– Friedrich Nietzsche (via moreofamore)
I heard the universe as an oratorio sung by a master choir of stars, accompanied...– R.J. Anderson, Ultraviolet (via moreofamore)
i haven’t heard a single thing about this movie, but as soon as the Wagner began, i was hooked.
and the fighting never ends.
counterstrike after counterstrike, debate after debate. it’s all in the family. and while both father and mother claim to hate the process, they instigate, perpetuate, engage, manipulate, and lay blame, usually in my general direction. better they fight me than one another, but still.
Sometimes I wonder how many people are theatre...
seriouslyflippant: greenschmoodle: everdeen13: Reblog if you enjoy theatre. Any musical. Any straight play. If there is a single one you like, reblog. DUH!! DER. is there doubt re: our numbers? love.
i'm on no one's radar, and no one is on mine. so,...
lucifelle: XKit or Missing E should invent a code to take away the paid Ads in the Tumblr Radar… better yet, remove the entire radar it is never any good at all. agreed on all counts.
am i even interested in classifying this as...
these past few days have been perplexing; off-putting. change, that implacable force (of whose presence i can usually be counted on to be aware) slips in and out of doors with no regard for the standing organization therein. this isn’t to say i’m a mess, you understand, because it’s hardly so dramatic as all that. in any case, many of you would know, were i in danger of...
If I could hold light in my hand I would give it to you and watch it...– Charles Ghigna
there's a fresh coat of paint on the walls, and...
i changed my theme, kids. go take a look!
T-2 days until I'm doing this. You think I'm... →
The American Dream is dead.
shitmystudentswrite: The American Dream, just like George Washington, is dead. Unlike George Washington, however, no one ever bothered to bury the American Dream. Instead of giving the dream a proper burial, we’ve stood the old lady up like a scarecrow, perverted her with makeup and a boob job, and then sat her out by the statue of liberty to mock incoming immigrants. jesus fucking christ i...
and it’s not even noon. my impulses scream at one another, and i watch mutely, unable to muster an opinion on which ones i think ought to come out on top. from the sidelines it’s all just noise. out comes the list of mundane tasks, sagging under the pedantic weight of necessity, unyielding in the face of my reluctance. i suppose the best option available to me is to go through the...
love what you have,
and you’ll have more love. it’s not as if i haven’t encountered variations on this theme, but Regina’s finally lingered. of course i needed it in song. sometimes we are thick, we humans. so this is me, documenting my half-smile realization, my glacially anticlimactic epiphany. i hear you, Mz. Spektor, and i’ll try.
knowing that the carrot is a much more effective...
i now dangle the prospect of physical activity just out of my twiggy arms’ reach; a motivator. even in my lassitude, i manage to convolute the natural order of things. my desire to reach a higher state of physical fitness evidently overrides my lack of desire to reach anything else. the catnap days are over. now to deposit checks, fill out forms, deliver the aforementioned forms, sing, and...
So much held in a heart in a lifetime. So much held in a heart in a day, an...– Brian Doyle on the human heart, “Joyas Voladores,” The American Scholar, Autumn 2004 (via theamericanscholar) what a glorious start to my Tuesday.
I’m glad mushrooms are against the law, because I took them one time, and you...– Bill Hicks (via blua)
there has to have been a two-for-one special on...
because it’s devastatingly obvious. no utility lies in self-loathing (or any other flavor of antipathy, while we’re at it) with regard to my current physicality. my body cannot evolve as quickly as can my mind, and the chasing of proverbial tails burns no actual calories. what SHOULD concern me is well-being, and no part of being well may be achieved through repeated insult. full stop.