May 2009
4 posts
Fuck what they say about "young love" and all its...
I prefer strangers reading what I write, rather...
pioneers:daieny:yourbiggestfan:hollyso:doublebagel:(via danceintherain)
April 2009
8 posts
I’ve been reading nonstop since yesterday morning. I shouldn’t have put this new book down. Now I can’t pick it up again. I lack the will. I feel extremely sad and reading was distracting me from that. Now all I can do is sit here and feel it.
Oh, silly romance novels. How I love you.
“So be it,” Jeremy said, his voice so cool I shivered in the draft. “If you decide to leave, have Clay drive you to Syracuse.”
“Yeah, right,” I said. “I’d be more likely to get to the airport by thumbing a ride with the local psychopath.”
Clay grinned. “You forget, darling. I am the local psychopath.”
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I often wonder if this town misses you as hard as I do. If the street lights blink out because they do not want to be seen weeping. How many cows moo miserably without you? And is it anything compared to how miserably I moo? Why won’t the bowling alley close your lane? How dare johnny249 knock you out of #1 in PacMan at Stop & Shop. (I’ve spent over $50 and I still can’t win...
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Turn On The Discovery Channel
Stop gambling with all the happiness I’ve been saving up. It’s gotta get us through the year. We’ve gotta use it to pay the electric bill of our bodies. I see your freckle (the one on the back of your neck that we call Dean), and raise you my heart. (We call it Crazy when it comes out to play.) It thump thump thumps out of my chest and into your hands. Touch it. Hold it. Close...
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March 2009
27 posts
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eBay Street
Some call me a hustler. Bonafide, baby. I steal hearts and sell them for markup on eBay. I’ve got any kind of heart you need. Big, little. Strong, weak. American, Italian, German, and for an extra 10k, I’ve got the heart of an Inuit. They speak Eskimo, you know. Something like 400 different words for snow. How could I not sell a beauty like that?
I tried craigslist once. A small,...
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Armstrong by Derrick C. Brown
The night the moon cracked open
A voice came from within.
The moon turned to the astronaut
and said to him
‘Please stay. Please stay.’
The astronaut looked
back at the moon
said “I’d love to stay
but I can’t stay with you
I am sorry to report
that I must leave.
For when I’m here
with you
I cannot breathe.”
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You get a little moody sometimes but I think that’s because you like to read....
– Pat Conroy
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I think it is only natural for an artist or a writer to look at another’s work and compare it to their own. It still sucks balls when your own work is the paler of the two, though.
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It’s strange to me that we use words and phrases such as “wedgie” and “tippy toes” normally and naturally. They seem so childish and immature. Why don’t we have more sophisticated ways of saying them? Would people even use them at this point?
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the little prince
“My flower is ephemeral,” the little prince said to himself, “and she has only four thorns to defend herself against the world. And I have left her on my planet, all alone!”
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The Little Prince
“What are you doing there?” he said to the tippler, whom he found settled down in silence before a collection of empty bottles and also a collection of full bottles.
“I am drinking,” replied the tippler, with a lugubrious air.
“Why are you drinking?” demanded the little prince.
“So that I may forget,” replied the tippler.
“Forget...
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sorry?
I know that we don’t know each other, and that I’m no more your type than you are mine, but I can’t help that I think you’re cute in the same way you can’t help that you are cute.
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Overheard in NYC
Young teenage boy to friend: Man, I fuckin' hate this job. I'd make more money bein' a drug dealer or somethin'.
Hobo: I used to think the same way as you.
Young teenage boy's friend: So you became a drug dealer and ruined your life?
Hobo: No, I fuckin' went to college and ruined my life.
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I eat three to four meals each day. My metabolism is average. I do not ever attempt to lose weight by starving myself or jogging or sweating to the oldies. I have hips and thighs and a this little belly that I like to call “the jelly.” It is my somewhat-permanent food baby. And you know what? Boys like me. Girls do too.
I don’t ever really write about myself on my tumblr, but...
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Gender ought not to be construed as
a stable identity…rather, gender is...
– Judith Butler
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downside to cellphones
Izzy: I want to make my Mustache!AU more AU-y
Me: Huey? Like Huey Lewis and the News?
Izzy: No, AU-y like AU. But same thing pretty much.
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February 2009
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Izzy: More people need to talk about border hopping. But happily.
Me: Yeah, I support border hopping.
Izzy: We should border hop into Canada.
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the best compliment one can receive
Me: It's like they assume you're awesome just because you write gay porn. But then like, you as a person are not as awesome as gay porn.
Izzy: Becky, you are as awesome as gay porn.
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