July 2009
27 posts
The Blair Witch Project
baddie:
panoplies:
baddie:
shinjiiii:
You Nostalgia, You Lose!
Earlier this weekend I was thinking about the movies which I’ll be moving over to my netbook. I previously read in a blog that the film’s celebrating it’s 10th year anniversary TODAY! I made a mental note: Fucking copy The Blair Witch Project.
So, I’m watching it right now and it’s still fucking awesome. Of course back then,...
I tried to discover a little something to make me...
Vote for @helgatheweber, currently third! You can... →
Richard Siken: Wishbone →
Do you want to get married or run away?
“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself...”
– Edna St. Vincent Millay
“I need to admit up front that I don’t know how to have a fling. I’m not good at...”
– Shannon Hale: Austenland
Jeanette Winterson: Gut Symmetries
Walk with me, hand in hand through the neon and styrofoam. Walk the razor blades and the broken hearts. Walk the fortune and the fortune hunted. Walk the chop suey bars and the tract of stars. I know I am a fool, hoping dirt and glory are both a kind of luminous paint; the humiliations and exaltations that light us up. I see like a bug, everything too large, the pressure of infinity hammering at...
Favorite Color Swatches.
“On the girl’s brown legs there were many small white scars. I was thinking, Do...”
– Chris Cleave (Little Bee) (via howtofightloneliness)
#84 There is no such thing as "shallow."
People refer to other people as “shallow” as a way of describing the other person’s values as superficial. “Superficial values” is an oxymoron. You may have good reason to believe that what is important to someone else in fact isn’t important at all, but slapping a label like “shallow” on them only elucidates your own inability to empathize.
Prudent...
373. Carry two handkerchiefs.
rulesformyunbornson:
The one in your back pocket is for you. The one in your breast pocket is for her.
For our dear Sebastian :]
Out of anger last night, he told me that I do not know what love is and what it really is like to love. He apologized this afternoon. There is no truth to what he said, I know in my heart I do I do I do.
Here’s to learning more about love and becoming a better person, perhaps.
I do not love you the way I love cats or fried chicken. I love you the way a girl loves a boy she never wants to...
Holy Tango of Literature →
Melissa Stein: Love Letter
I don’t know when the boys began to walk away with parts of myself in their sticky hands; when loving became a process of subtraction. Or why, having given up what seems so much, I’m willing to lose even more—erasing all this body’s known, relearning it with you.
Miroslav Holub: “What the heart is like”
Officially the heart is oblong, muscular, and filled with longing. But anyone who has painted the heart knows that it is also spiked like a star and sometimes bedraggled like a stray dog at night and sometimes powerful like an archangel’s drum. … And sometimes like a thin line and sometimes like an explosion. And in it is only a river, a weir and at most one little fish by no means...
Isobel Thrilling: Lover
I don’t just want your heart I want your flesh, your skin and blood and bones, your voice, your thoughts your pulse and most of all your fingerprints, everywhere.
This is how I feel, this is how I love, this is what I want from love.
Long-distance relationships are so hard.
June 2009
3 posts
May 2009
15 posts
#334
achoiceinthematter:
Someone who will always put up with my bullshit, but make me realize I need to change for the better.
#385
achoiceinthematter:
Someone who counts my freckles.
I miss those mornings when I would wake up before him. We would always fall asleep holding hands but some time during the night, he’d turn to his side, his back facing me. This is how I would usually find him in the morning and when I’m not covering his face and neck with kisses in his sleep, I would count the moles on his back.
#422
achoiceinthematter:
Someone who tells me to lay off the alcohol because they care.
#427
achoiceinthematter:
Someone who will make me the exception to all their rules.
Just Some Flickr Peeves
1. Posting something and then saying “Will be deleted later” in the description. What is the logic behind that, really?
1.1 Said picture staying up. So…was its deletion dependent on whether or not people were going to comment on it? Subtle attention whoring, could it be?
2. Posting a picture and then saying “Oh, this is crap, the editing/PP is a fail”. Perhaps you...
Despite what the Animal Collective song tells...
indierawk:
-Anatomy of a Hipster #111.
I love Anatomy of a Hipster
I traced your name on my bathroom mirror, punctuated with a heart, the way I always do after every shower.
I just want our love to be wonderful again.
It feels worse than death because each day, I’ll be thinking “He’s out there and he made a decision not to be with me.”
__________
Self-preservation, he had said. I’d have to have some of it.
It’s quite foreign, truthfully.
And if love wasn’t enough to make him stay, it certainly isn’t enough to me not to choose to waste away. Eventually.
And she'd never have to know what it's like when...
How does one begin recovering from heartache.
Yes. Unfortunately.
Well I’m real sorry Anna, you never got to be Because your daddy moved on and left me
-Anna, Hello Saferide
