May 2013
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I have had eight blood noses and three anxiety attacks in the last 10 days over my new university application. I just need someone to literally sit down with a cup of tea, not be afraid of my emotions, stop me from making excuses, and work through every segment with me. I’ve tried starting my application three times today and have burst into tears every time my pen hits the page. I...
selfdoubtandsyphilis:
dankestrnemes:
do animals think in english or in the sounds they make
this is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for
NINETY-FIVE GRIEVANCES TO GOD: ABRIDGED
After Martin Luther 1. Children are capable of feeling both shame and abandonment. 14. My father lives alone. Also, a hawk killed his dog and you expect me to believe in mercy. 20. Good things happen to bad people. 47. One day, every person I have ever loved will die and the only option you have given me is to just sit by and watch it happen or hope I am the first to go. 48. Speaking of...
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can someone please explain what the hell tonight’s episode of Mad Men was
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“It seems that Australia is dominated by a parochial, racist and colonialist...”
– Christos Tsiolkas, The Toxicity of Smugness
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-nerada:
vvrathia:
the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot
and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like
have you ever fallen off a ladder and landed in a splits position
have you ever tried to tell a group of people that you have fallen off a ladder in a splits position and have hurt your groin
have you ever tried to tell a group of people that you have fallen off a ladder in a splits position and have hurt your groin while a bag of peas slowly numbs/defrosts between your legs
I really hope not
commovente:
How beautiful this all is — the language between bodies. Not touching, necessarily. Not speaking, really. What I’m trying to talk about is the conversation that falls into that empty ether between human beings. What I love, even more than falling in love, is falling in love with that space — with that quiet, precious, virgin sanctity between two people who are too scared to talk...
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Song On The Subway
by Oscar Vuong
Rush-hour on the A rain. A blind man staggers forth, his cane tapping lightly own the aisle. He leans against the door, raises a violin to chin, and says I’m sorry to bother you, folks. But please. Just listen. And it kills me, the word sorry. As if something like music should be forgiven. He nuzzles into the wood like a lover, inhales, and at the first slow stroke, the...
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Penitent
by CJ Stevens
Long ago my knuckles mended, and I forgot how to want to clash again. I was once hipshot and erratic, but now I’m glass, the slicked leavings of earth. Oils from hands mar me no more than a smudge. I’ll not melt for a thousand years. I’ll not shatter but for fire or force. I’ve realized there’s no glory in pliancy, no succor in the softness of clay or...
whiskey-memories:
bras are so expensive like i didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me
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I fell in love with a girl who picked flowers instead of arguments and had no time for bad things because she so carefully curled herself against them.
you were summer recklessness but you always had these two rules : stay with me and dont become a ghost again.
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Lyle Li's College Essay →
youmightfindyourself:
While resting comfortably in my air-conditioned bedroom one hot summer night, I received a phone call from my mom. She asked me softly, “Lyle, can you come down and clean up the restaurant?”
Slightly annoyed, I put on my sandals and proceeded downstairs. Mixing the hot water with cleaning detergents, I was ready to clean up the restaurant floor. Usually the process was...
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“It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re...”
– Haruki Murakami
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I’m apparently going to the Opera with Caitlin tonight? I have never seen an opera before outside of The Phantom of the Opera with Emily Rossum on DVD and I’m pretty sure I fell asleep? I thought it was going to be expensive but apparently Opera’s aren’t for royalty in rich boxes in France and while living on the Frankston line it’s all okay? Opera?
For Lenya on Her Way
by Carrie Murphy
The intimidation of the ocean which is nothing compared to escalators which are nothing compared to riding your bike in a miniskirt,
banjoing along the road as the vee of your turquoise underwear is there & then not there, men looking & then not looking, which is nothing compared to driving alone
in a strange state while a bass drum of hurricane gallops over, rain...
nomadmanifesto:
I love lipstick. I want to write an essay about the politics of lipstick. i like lipstick that’s deep, deep red. I like lipstick that’s purple, lipstick that’s black and dark for when I want to dress up my melancholy. I like sharing lipstick with sisters. and I laugh at boys that think I wear lipstick for them to notice, I laugh, lipstick is an art you can’t ever understand....
“Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.”
– Mary Rakow
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“Alone is walking along a street, just you and your city, taking things in that...”
– Chelsea Fagan, The Difference Between Alone and Lonely
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“The six years I was with Miles, we never talked about music. We never had a...”
– Wayne Shorter
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“There’s also no room for cleverness in our models of masculinity or femininity....”
– Why Australia hates thinkers (via carapatricia)
“All the poets that you love listening to
love lying to you.
I’m not that...”
– Chad Anderson, Liars, All of Us
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“I wanted to write this to tell other women that the decision to have a...”
– Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy (via andherimagination)
“If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you...”
– Roald Dahl
“I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that...”
– Joan Didion
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“When I went back to working in an office after years of not, I could suddenly...”
– Emily Gould in her blog
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Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin...
by Jan Heller Levi
All my stories are about being left, all yours about leaving. So we should have known. Should have known to leave well enough alone; we knew, and we didn’t. You said let’s put our cards on the table, your card was your body, the table my bed, where we didn’t get till 4 am, so tired from wanting what we shouldn’t that when we finally found our heads, we’d lost our minds. Love, I...
“Most of the writers I know are weird hybrids. There’s a strong streak of...”
– David Foster Wallace
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“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does...”
– Maya Angelou
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andrewgibby:
Don’t google your name. Ever.
Don’t “search” for yourself
on anything that glows in the dark.
Don’t let your beauty
be something anyone can turn off.
Don’t edit your ugly out of your bio.
Let your light come from the fire.
Let your pain be the spark,
but not the timber.
Remember, you didn’t come here
to write your heart out.
You came to write it in.
“I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do...”
– Jonathan Safron Foer 