January 2011
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December 2010
84 posts
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“I was in another lifetime one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and...”
– Shelter from the Storm, Bob Dylan
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Things that don't make sense to me:
memoirsofahighschooler:
Seen on Tumblr:
“Crushes last for only 4 months. If you like someone longer than that, then it’s already turned into love.”
Also seen on Tumblr:
“You never stop loving someone. If you stop loving them, then you never loved them in the first place.”
Wut?
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Things that don't make sense to me:
memoirsofahighschooler:
Seen on Tumblr:
“Crushes last for only 4 months. If you like someone longer than that, then it’s already turned into love.”
Also seen on Tumblr:
“You never stop loving someone. If you stop loving them, then you never loved them in the first place.”
Wut?
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing...”
– Sylvia Plath (via justthepassenger)
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing...”
– Sylvia Plath (via justthepassenger)
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never be kissed under a mistletoe, hopefully it...
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never be kissed under a mistletoe, hopefully it...
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“Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much. My heart...”
– American Beauty (1999)
“Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much. My heart...”
– American Beauty (1999)
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maaneater:
I appreciate good conversationalists. It’s rare for me to have spoken conversations longer than an hour. It seems like people are too busy, don’t have a long enough attention span, or just aren’t capable of expressing themselves verbally. I like the instant back & forth of a spoken conversation; it’s more genuine. Technology & fast-paced lifestyles has partially diminished the...
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maaneater:
I appreciate good conversationalists. It’s rare for me to have spoken conversations longer than an hour. It seems like people are too busy, don’t have a long enough attention span, or just aren’t capable of expressing themselves verbally. I like the instant back & forth of a spoken conversation; it’s more genuine. Technology & fast-paced lifestyles has partially diminished the...
Image by Paulo Brandão via Flickr
We came in from the cold, our hands were so numb they began to burn. We laughed and the snow fell off our jackets. We shed each layer carefully to avoid getting water on the floor.
“My brain?…but that’s my second favourate organ”
– Miles (Sleeper..Woody Allen)
“My brain?…but that’s my second favourate organ”
– Miles (Sleeper..Woody Allen)
“Any text is woven entirely with citations, references, echoes, cultural...”
– Jonathan Lethem, The Ecstasy of Influence
from The Best American Essays of 2008
(via bearbearpdx)
“Any text is woven entirely with citations, references, echoes, cultural...”
– Jonathan Lethem, The Ecstasy of Influence
from The Best American Essays of 2008
(via bearbearpdx)
My bed is cold without you.
My bed is cold without you.
Someone tonight raised the possibility of work boy...
dead-irish-writers:
If this is the case, allow me to just say that I hate the whole notion of playing hard to get. I truly do. The ambiguity inherent in human relationships shits me to tears. Can’t we all just be honest and direct? Rejection I can handle (well, sort of), but it’s the fucking waiting, the grey area of you-love-me-you-love-me-not that just adds to my sincere desire to become a...
Someone tonight raised the possibility of work boy...
dead-irish-writers:
If this is the case, allow me to just say that I hate the whole notion of playing hard to get. I truly do. The ambiguity inherent in human relationships shits me to tears. Can’t we all just be honest and direct? Rejection I can handle (well, sort of), but it’s the fucking waiting, the grey area of you-love-me-you-love-me-not that just adds to my sincere desire to become a...
POST COUNT
My last post was number 700. Have I really been here that long?!?!?!
That is all,
StaticDistort
Poetry
I cannot write poetry. I cannot arrange words to have a distinct cadence or rhythm. I struggle to paint a picture of anything using only artful vocabulary. I do not understand phrasing or imagery. I do not understand the abstract. I will stand in front of something modern and marvel at its brilliance, because I know I am utterly incapable.
Poetry
I cannot write poetry. I cannot arrange words to have a distinct cadence or rhythm. I struggle to paint a picture of anything using only artful vocabulary. I do not understand phrasing or imagery. I do not understand the abstract. I will stand in front of something modern and marvel at its brilliance, because I know I am utterly incapable.
“Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our...”
– Marcel Proust (via monpersonnelsamizdat)
“Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our...”
– Marcel Proust (via monpersonnelsamizdat)
