December 2010
40 posts
Anonymous asked: what color are your eyes?
TheCatFollowedHimHome
There are some things that beautiful distractions can’t protect you from.
KaleidoscopeWorld
Best thing about winter break? Wake up at noon, do pretty much nothing until deciding to shower, put on another giant sweater and tights, make the bed, go into the kitchen & make a cup of coffee, climb back into made bed with steaming cup of coffee, press play on winter playlist.
Worse thing that could still be considered grand? Driving to the beach but being too much of a wimp to actually...
BecauseIWantYouToKnow
I remember talking to interesting people when I was younger who were always doing interesting things. I remember saying to them “you are so interesting” and wishing my life was an adventure like theirs. Then I remember waking up one day realizing there was so much more, and I remember the start of my adventure. I remember replacing going to a movie every weekend with the same...
ItBites.
Sometimes my dog just sits outside, staring up at the sky barking.
And I say “yeah, I know what you mean.”
I'veBeenStuckForHours
Mum says I fall too hard.
I snuck baileys into my coffee even though I’m old enough to pour rivers into their eyes &Don’t let the sun fool you —
today,
shivers are bound by particular degrees
And everyone is dancing backwards hoping it snows in Florida.
I got some shoes with heels and I’d like to take my little sister to the cinema
Because then you might see...
“I think home is wherever you’re happy.”
– [A wise friend, who doesn’t know how wise he is.]
nullandvoidd-deactivated2011022 asked: What's the point in hiding?
SeeYouThere.
My heart is incredibly full. It isn’t just the Christmas season, it isn’t just being around my hilarious family (my dad and I just got in a slow-motion wrapping-paper-tube japanese-crime-scene-fight in the kitchen), it isn’t just the Woody Allen flicks each night, the excuse to have hot chocolate whenever you want, it isn’t just the win of the Steelers last night (27-3) or...
Merry Christmas, Watch and Smile, from The Flaming... →
This has been stuck in my head for the past couple...
Family is great, being home for the holidays is wonderful…
But that moment when you want to run out of the house in your underwear screaming your head off in the front yard because they are driving you nuts? Yeah.
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“I want the biggest cup of coffee you’ve ever seen and a sparkler and a...”
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“I’ve never been so happy to ask the waitress at waffle house if...”
LuneRouge
I was laying under that moon watching the colors pass with everything to say and nothing to write it with but my hands in your pockets and now I am home with fingertips to keyboard and I can’t spell it out- But the icicle grass and the frost bitten toes had nothing on our pupils matching the stars, and I will never forget the way that between the moon and your eyes, there wasn’t room...
TheBattleOfTheCynic&theSun
The second I start enjoying something so much, I think maybe too much, and then I think something is wrong, and then I over think everything really fast in my brain, and then I remember all the horrible things that could happen, but then I remember how happy this something makes me, and then I remember the way it feels hiding under a blanket with deerhunter playing, and then I take a sip of air...
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...”
– Sylvia Plath. (via ruineshumaines) I always try not not re-blog things any more & keep everything original and well, I couldn’t couldn’t resist— sometimes you just can’t, forgive me, forgive me. BUT. I love Sylvia Plath. And this. This is everything I feel sometimes,...
I'm not Santa, but I want to know...
(I wish when I woke up I felt as infinite as when I fell asleep.)
My parents told me to make a ‘Christmas Wish List’
I decided to put:
- The fancy perfume I have been out of all semester, and am to poor to afford, but love, to pieces.
- Some wellies, for all the times it has rained and I have stepped in a puddle and felt cold water squish under my socks thinking “why the...
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“I just want to wallow. But I don’t really want to wallow, I just feel...”
– [the bff- les garcons ne sont pas en valeur un penny]
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“You are like a heart attack”
– [my mother?]
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Stumped
These feelings stand taller than Dynasties and Castles in Scotland.
(A collection of pressed flowers in our name)
nullandvoidd-deactivated2011022 asked: You alright miss?
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“I don’t know, I mean, like ‘Here Comes Your Man’ you know?”
twothousandandten
This year I’ve gained copious amounts, and I’ve lost copious amounts. I’ve lived as an optimist, I’ve lived as a cynic. I’ve had three jobs and been more than employed, I’ve had zero, zilch jobs and been the most unemployed. I’ve been a student, I’ve been not a student. I’ve been somebody’s something, I’ve been nobody’s...
StopRightThereYouCelestialBeing!
I’ve seen you all before
At the red diner on the corner
And I know what you whisper
Behind your papers
My feet fall asleep thinking about it
And thinking about you
And your silly little poncho.
I’ve got to go get some cocoa.
Before things get too out of hand—
NiceFolk
Thanks for the follow back, killingthealbatross. I couldn’t help but follow after reading ‘Moth’ — which I thought was simply stunning.
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Today
I started coming up with creative ways to kill off a character of my book.
I haven’t written it yet and I am already plotting the ultimate destruction of the main character.
I think tomorrow will be a better day.
“One has only to realize the proud uniqueness of their destinies.”
– [Tender is the Night-Gaunt] [Peter Cannon] [from the mammoth book of comic fantasy I’m reading] [<3]
At least...
me: I just got that feeling of fall asleep when it is light out, wake up when it is dark. I'm all kinds of confused and discombobulated.
you: That's why you gotta sleep in extra late on break, to avoid those dangerous naps
me: I was summoned early to put up christmas lights outside! Then I got a tummy ache, then I took a nap. Pathetic story, the end
you: Well at least you're not in jail.
me: I don't think they would let you text in jail. I would find a way outta jail. Why the hell are we talking about jail?
you: I was watching one of those jail shows. Plus, when you feel as if you've had a pathetic or wasted day - just remind yourself, "I'm not in jail." Because that would suck.
I Hope It is Never Over
Because you are imperfect
I find you extraordinary
And because you are quiet
I want to take you in at whatever slow rate
the universe would like
And learn all about your simple parts
Your crippled laugh
And the shadows on your face
While listening to the 70’s and thinking
“I wonder how late it is getting” (over, and over)
Me: My memory is very selective, I don't remember a lot of things.
Mum: Like what?
Me: I've blocked out most of senior year of high school
Mum: Good.
Me: I look at you and dad and I just wonder, am I ever going to find that?
Mum: Oh honey, you don't find it...it just sort of..happens
allé
I lost my job & I am broke as a goat —
I’ll I’ve got is Neil Young and this cup of coffee
And the hope that the stars will keep hanging in my eyes in an off beat fashion
So that I can be pleasantly distracted
Do you?
You want to know the secret? Bubble baths. And french bread pizzas. And Galaxie 500 songs. And crying a little sometimes, but making yourself stop with out anyone else. And roller skates. And writing things you like down and hanging them on your wall. And christmas lights, all year round. And a pair of jeans that fits all the time, tight or baggy. And a good japanese crime film every now...
Little Secret Boxes
Friend: I’m feeling a little lost in life at this exact moment.
Me: Don’t be lost. Everything is there and it is amazing and breathless, you’ve just got to keep turning corners and you’ll be pleasantly surprised by each one, promise.
I’ve got this theory…
Every corner will always be different. One might be covered with more plants, one might be sharper, one...
Merry Christmas, Watch! →
WithStrawberries, notCherries.
Right now the idea of home feels like a really big field of flowers where I can lay a blanket on top of a small patch and sit and the flowers and stems will just part and I’ll fall into this hole where only the sun can reach me and I will sleep for hours and dream of gossamer things and the day will never end and I will drink a milkshake when I get thirsty. RIght now, that is home. ma...
SheDon'tUseJelly
Today my teacher said something about our answers being like jelly flung on to a wall or something like that. In a bad way. I was thinking, that doesn’t sound too shabby. It might even be beautiful.
