March 2012
86 posts
grilled cheese and squash salad, looking at bike parts, reading books, this must be what happiness feels like
February 2012
83 posts
the existential bug experience in a tree being chopped. Terrifying. Imagine if two massive hands appeared out of the firmament with an axe and started chopping skyscrapers down. No, that’s not proportionate, if we’re talking the ratio of human to average wood dwelling insect. The hands and the axe would have to be much bigger, probably capable of cleaving land mass to the magma crust....
While walking home shitfaced and high on uppers last night, I had the most inspired and insightful conversation with a friend, zigzag-ing through empty streets under the stars. And although the topics were varied and ranging, there were no stumbles, no snags, no disagreements or misunderstandings. There were no preconceived notions or superiority, no strange push and pulls of power. Talking in...
elitegymnastics:
PHOTOS OF THE 80’S NEW YORK HARDCORE SCENE BY BROOKE SMITH (via shallowrewards)
this reminded me of why it’s that much more badass to shave your head.
new favorite thing →
I started sobbing while reading the job descriptions because I’m pmsing and everything is heartbreakingly tragic and beautiful and this company is beautiful and it’s tragic that I’m in school and I want to intern for Tiny Texas Houses as a salvage miner that’s so beautiful I’m dying
also, haven’t been on a late night rambunctious adventure in a while. Saw an empty house with a cool looking backyard that could be fun to break into.
Mostly it looks sweet because of the garage with the snakeskin nailed to it.
self lobotomy with chopsticks see ya on the flip side
feeling positively vile right now. The thing about trying to be positive and affirmative is that it’s not a natural state for me, and I crash and just hate everyone for a little while. Migraines and feeling shitty means movies and bed, trying to sleep the worst of the repugnance and contrariness off.
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‘But Love has pitched his mansion in The place of excrement; For nothing can be sole or whole That has not been rent.’
W.B. Yeats, Crazy Jane Talks With the Bishop
deciding that I need to make my ol’ lady tattoo a Crazy Jane tattoo. That lady is sassy.
grocery shopping at 6:30 a.m., no one there but employees, the homeless, and me. I forgot that I didn’t have class today because it’s President’s Day. What president? Who is this president you speak of? I don’t celebrate your foul pagan holidays.
so the thing about mushrooms is that you see pretty things and feel nice feelings
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No Future // Operation Fiscal Jack Hammer
http://www.forbes.com/sites/shenegotiates/2012/02/1... →
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Women serving in the US military are more likely to be raped by a fellow soldier than killed by enemy fire in Iraq.
Women serving in the US military are more likely to be raped by a fellow soldier than killed by enemy fire in Iraq.
Women serving in the US military are more likely to be raped by a fellow soldier than killed by enemy fire in Iraq.
Is that coming through clear enough?
The...
couscous latkas with potato and black fungi and marinated tofu for dinner nomnomnomnomnom (I’ve officially decided that I can no longer consciously eat fungi after reading Lovecraft, when referencing anything vile he mentions fungus)
laboring for hours in the library listening to Hatred Surge and analyzing Yeats, and tomorrow I have my favorite class (Academic Activism) and am attempting...
staving off brain static with the unabashed positivity of folk punk.
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going to the grocery store, in the bathroom stall shoving soyrizo and veggies into my backpack, and an elderly woman comes in, heaves herself down, and makes massive shitting noises for the next five minutes as I quietly listen
scuffing pink lipstick stained butts with green sneakers
talking to Gabe again
a delicious stack of books
passing James on the way home
it’s windy out.
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