January 2010
“You live and learn. At any rate, you live.”
– Douglas Adams (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
O.M.G.
i have to figure out the first song i want to listen to for the new year.
for the new decade. o.O
oh my.
suggestions please!?
mr--smith
thanks for the shout out! you’re one of my faves too!
Writing is hard,
but it’s not as hard as, say, coal mining or underwater welding. i’ve been known to juice up my misery to make my profession seem more worthy. well, i’m not miserable. writing deprives me of certain things—steady income; daily colleagues; even, at times, the will to live—but the list of things my writing gives me is much longer. the best thing on that list is...
December 2009
I used to get baked and watch the old Star Trek
early-onset-of-night:
—remember how Cap’n Kirk was always running into old girlfriends? Chicks he used to know at “the Academy”? He’d be tooling around an infinite universe and yet still run across people he used to bang. Man, Cap’n Kirk must’ve beeen a hardcore manwhore in college! I only banged like 8 girls the whole time I was in college and I went for 7 years! When I compare myself to Cap’n...
imasuckerforfakes:
dad: wouldn’t you be upset if i went out tonight and found myself a 20-year old?
mom: no.
my dad asked my mom the same thing and she said she didn’t care as long as the new girl cooked and cleaned.
i woke with a great desire to jump out of a plane.
and a an equal thirst for surfing as i have not been in years, most unfortunately.
no Point Break jokes please.
xP
i'm going down the rabbit hole for now.
“Once poverty is gone, we’ll need to build museums to display its horrors to...”
– Muhammad Yunus (via brettjohn, caraobrien & tameourways & jesuisperdu) (via dubliner) (via mikehudack) (via ronenreblogs) (via biothriller)
if anyone has drugs, bring them to me.
get me the fuck out of here.
just get me away.
i gave a lot for you.
i liked you for a long time.
i gave you my heart after i had been emotionally destroyed.
and you can’t even tell me how you feel.
obviously it’s important to me or i’d have said nothing.
yet you can’t even offer me a feeling.
you couldn’t even wait to get away.
you don’t even try to hang out when you have the opportunity, choosing instead other options.
...
“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to...”
– Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 5, Scene V (via ontheborderland) (via crashinglybeautiful) (via libraryland)
Bird
chapter13:
It was passed from one bird to another, the whole gift of the day. The day went from flute to flute, went dressed in vegetation, in flights which opened a tunnel through the wind would pass to where birds were breaking open the dense blue air - and there, night came in. When I returned from so many journeys, I stayed suspended and green between sun and geography - I saw how wings...
