March 2012
5 posts
“every act of communication is an act of translation”
- Gregory Rabassa, Writer and Translator of the books of Gabriel Garcia Marquez
how to love me when i'm depressed
so.
i woke up one morning this week, awash with despair. as usual when the badness is upon me, it has been creeping up in a slow build for weeks and finally, inevitably, something softly tears within me and it is as though several layers of my skin are peeled back, leaving me prone and vulnerable to the slightest whispers of pain and sadness in both my physical environment and the grim landscape...
February 2012
27 posts
empty grolsch bottles
that i refuse to take out
remind me of you
brother givez advice
me: i applied for a jorb at the aquarium
brother: don’t tell them you want to swim with dolphins even if you secretly want to.
me: when i go in for my interview i’m going to act disappointed that dolphins aren’t conducting it.
brother: do you speak whale?
me: should i just wear a manatee suit?
BIRTHDAY WEEK MANTRA TIMEZ
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go on an overnight drunk, and in 10 days I’m going to set out to find the shark that ate my friend and destroy it. Anyone who wants to join me is more than welcome.
doppelganger realness
a tumblr called sarahlemayzing and the woman describes herself thusly: ‘I’m Sarah. I’m sarcastic. -love is old love is new love is all love is you-‘.
RIHANNA LYRICS AS SPIRITUAL GUIDE
cuz you know how to give me that
you know how to pull me back
when i go runnin’ runnin’ tryin’ to get away
from lovin’ ya
and yes i’m kinda crazy
that’s what happens baby
when you put it down ya shouldn’ta give it to me good like that
shouldn’ta hit it like that
had me yelling like that
didn’t know you woulda had me comin’...
and this was a good day!
today at work i got the biggest splinter i’ve ever had in the skin on the heel of my hand. no joke, it was an inch long—there are saplings in suburbia smaller than this angry shard. it didn’t hurt at all but it was ridiculous because of its size and i started to wonder if i’d lost the ability to feel pain. in between emails and phone calls i dug at it with my nails and...
no wonder today feels so WEIRD
02/12/2012
Watchgay tiger in space for halloween =
tangledupinlace:
This might be a total shot in the dark, but do any Canadian midwives follow me and be willing to talk to me about the process of becoming one?
Please and Thank you
I want you to birth everything that ever comes out of my body.
tangledupinlace:
I wonder if there will ever be a moment of my life where I stop thinking about that video of Isabella Rosselini in which she’s dressed up as a whale and fucks stuff with a giant whale dick.
remember that we are tourists in all but our own experiences
January 2012
14 posts
self love = booking a vacation day on your birthday
that time when i was like eight that my mom heard me singing like a virgin in the bathroom and scolded me
even though we listened to the ”tower of song’ by leonard cohen album basically on repeat for my entire childhood, of which select lyrics include:
“i ache in the places where i used to play, and i’m crazy for love, but i’m not coming on.”
and
...
glee is making me feel really sexual things
got a text from one of my favorites last night that said ‘THANKS FOR SHOOTING RAINBOWS AT ME WITH YOUR EYES’
because she played a gig the night before with her band BUSHTIT and at one point i swaggered up drunk to the stage and loitered at the corner nearest where she was thrashing on the keyboard and singing oh so sweet and i guess i was watching her play with all the love i feel for...
ima lose it
today at work is making me feel like this:
from a new yorker series entitled photographing...
Lillian Birnbaum, “Untitled (TRANSITION)”, 2009. Courtesy of the artist.
Mary Ellen Mark, “Diamond Settles, Halloween, South Bronx H.E.L.P. Shelter, New York,” 1993. Courtesy of the artist Read more http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/photobooth/2012/01/look-at-me-photographing-female-adolescence.html#ixzz1iX1Nglrc
to everything turn, turn, turn
a woman i know who i was friends with when i was eighteen, who used to pick me up in her beat up taurus with a coffee and a fresh pack of cigarettes and drive me through the country side to school or wherever, from whom i learned that some people genuinely really like penises (penii?) when she described her boyfriend’s cock so tenderly on one of those rides(my weird relationship with...
January 2012 - good cosmic boding for working on...
“This same new moon will light your twelfth house of behind-the-scenes activities that is strongly associated with artistic activities you engage in when you are in solitude. If there is a project you would like to work on by yourself in a quiet environment, do, for the work you turn out would likely be something you would be proud to show - it could be among the very best you’ve ever...
December 2011
27 posts
parks and recreation doesn’t get everything right—there is nearly rampant fatphobia in the writing which is my greatest disappointment and lament on the show as a whole—but one thing i can really get on board with is their designation of the comedic scapegoat character—the other, the butt of all their easiest jokes, a line of running derision that alienates that character...
aaaaaaaaaand... HOLIDAY SEASON HAS COME AT LAST...
and yes i mean come in an orgasmic sense, because in six minutes i am officially off work for the next ten days. i plan to spend that time day drinking, eating shortbread cookies, uncovering the long-buried roots that comprise my exquisite network of neuroses as a result of spending four unadulterated days with my mother and brother, night drinking, and spending as many hours as possible hacking...
