January 2012
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December 2011
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“Stories never really end even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories...”
– Inkspell by Cornelia Funke (via frombearwithlove)
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Laundromat
He was folding laundry at the laundromat around the corner from his apartment. Man my clothes are really taking a beating in these machines. I used to love this shirt. He studied a once pristine white shirt that was starting to take on a greyish tint. It has to be this place. I’m using the same detergent… The laundromat was incredibly neat considering the incompetent machines....
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Little Spiders
But I don’t want to think about that let alone write about it. I hate that sometimes when you are writing you can’t get away from the negative. It lurks like a spider on the ceiling. You can’t relax because it could fall at any time and then you will lose the visual and say goodbye to sleeping soundly then.
A Little girl, 3 yrs. old picked up by a man...
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Fuck Yeah, Tattoos!: You guys remember the puppy... →
baaconnn:
This one:
Well, I took him to the vet yesterday. Got his first shots, looked for a microchip (none), and we were on our way. Last night though, he got sick a couple of times and then wouldn’t eat this morning so I took him back to the vet. She felt a lump in his stomach so…
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Hours of Energy Now:
Just going to write this all out .
Need a little something with bass. And rage that goes boom-boom-boom. Or just a kick like 5 hours of college lifestyle in 4 ounces. Man that works. Can be four hours every night for the past week and it is seven on Friday and I am ready to start moving around. Those lead to dangerous nights where you can end up so you can’t feel your mouth anymore but...
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I want to talk books with you:
But Tumblrs, where do I begin? It is like asking to talk about the meaning of life!! The topic is too magnificent!
Goodness! Here is an attempt…
I am currently reading The Marriage Plot, by Jeffrey Eugenides.
(but I only JUST started…)
(and I know I will love it because he is one of my favorite authors of all times)
Best books of 2011? Or possibly more fun: Most hated books of...
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"Inverse Hyperbole" is the new "Understatement"
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“I listen to the boxcars coupling, the exhaled crush like air
squeezed through a...”
– Dorianne Laux, When I Can’t Sleep (via grammatolatry)
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“The world is simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and...”
– Henry Miller (via nirvikalpa)
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“My hands tend to be full enough dealing with people who hate me for who I am....”
– DAVID SEDARIS, Naked (via jaegerjaques)
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Hey Everyone!
I hope you are all having a wonderful holiday season! =D
Sorry for the lack of original posts, but I got some stuff in the Need To Edit pile that I will hopefully get to soon. =]
Peace out home slices!
Em
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“I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.”
– Robert Frost (via writersrelief)
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Every Great Dream: 13. →
tudorprincess:
He had a tattoo the size of a pen cap: the simple word “elbow” above a small arrow, you guessed it, on the flesh just next to his left elbow. He said it had no meaning, because that was its purpose: to have no meaning. That’s what his wife said, anyway, before she died. She thought it was a funny…
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we are nowhere and it's now: The girls on the... →
consciousparadise:
The girls on the driveway scream after me and tell me to think straight, like I’m some kind of foolish child. They don’t understand that I was born wild as the flowers in the valley. That sometimes I need to ride on the tops of cars simply to feel the wind in my hair, jumping off of invisible…
Nine letters, no answers, and an unexplainable...
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“Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee; as for the...”
– Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, chapter 96 (via mythologyofblue)
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“I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so...”
– Vincent van Gogh (via penumbr0us)
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Busy until dawn
It was late enough that the city was quiet. I yawned, and the lines of text transformed into indistinguishable charcoal tracks.
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Idle
Warm, soft breeze. There is a bite in the back of my throat from chocolate chips. Someone is yelling music down the street. An itch.
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Just looking for some conversation...=) →
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Gay Introductions →
comingoutjournal:
By Domenick Scudera Professor of Theater and Chair of the Theater and Dance department, Ursinus College
‘Tis the season of holiday celebrations, office parties and family gatherings. For gay people like me, these social events lead to a unique problem. When I introduce the man I love to other people at a party, I cannot use the convenient title “husband” to explain who he is...
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Call
I shivered as I walked across the street in the grimy drizzle. At the red light, I tucked the library books deeper into my weathered canvas bag. An older man with an Eagles cap asked for a cigarette. I told him I didn’t smoke and he thanked me anyways and kept walking. My phone began to ring violently, and I dug it from my pocket and answered without thinking.
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Insomnia
The cat was snoring too unevenly and I was hot. No not hot, but boiling, sweating, burning up. Ants screeched and my thoughts raced to catch up. We searched the ground for tiny blue stones in first grade. I sorted them into piles and smuggled the treasures into my desk. Inside smelled like sand, paper, and hand sanitizer. Dust. My nose was itching. The sneeze thumped me in the chest and...
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“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely...”
– Bob Marley (via wordsandlyrics)
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American Horror Story Verdict:
So after much chatter concerning this show all over this and other aspects of social media, I finally watched the pilot.
And IT WAS AMAZING!
Quality television at its finest.
That is all. Good night Tumblrs.
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