August 2010
11 posts
“And I don’t know how it is with anyone else, but for me, all these things,...”
– Sandra Cisneros
Lessons From Life, by 90-year-old Regina Brett →
perpetuallyme:
Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.
When in doubt, just take the next small step.
Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch!
Pay off your credit cards every month.
You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Cry with someone. It’s more healing than...
“Marriage, like a neverending slumber party with the boy you have a crush on....”
– Natalie Smith (via unicornology)
July 2010
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June 2010
4 posts
night walks and fireflies
our limbs sprout out of a dew-covered earth,
skyscrapers to unassuming creatures.
our eyes widen as the firefly fireworks continue,
and we know Broadway can go shove it
because this has to be the longest running show
the world has ever known.
our skin makes dew droplets of its own
as our palms linger against each other.
our minds ache as we realize that these moments,
once vivid airborne...
February 2010
2 posts
Mamihlapinatapai
“a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.”
December 2009
8 posts
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Nun: Let me get this straight: you don't believe in God because of "Alice in Wonderland"?
Loki: No, "Through the Looking Glass". That poem, "The Walrus and the Carpenter," that's an indictment of organized religion. The walrus, with his girth and his good nature, he obviously represents either Buddha, or, or with his tusks, the Hindu elephant god, Lord Ganesha. That takes care of your Eastern religions. Now the carpenter, which is an obvious reference to Jesus Christ, who was raised a carpenter's son, he represents the Western religions. Now in the poem, what do they do? What do they do? They, they dupe all these oysters into following them and then proceed to shuck and devour the helpless creatures en masse. I don't know what that says to you, but to me it says that following these faiths based on mythological figures ensures the destruction of one's inner being. Organized religion destroys who we are by inhibiting our actions, by inhibiting our decisions out of, out of fear of some, some intangible parent figure who, who shakes a finger at us from thousands of years ago and says, and says, "Do it... do it and I'll fuckin' spank you."
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NIGHT MADNESS POEM
There’s a poem in my head like too many cups of coffee. A pea under twenty eiderdowns. A sadness in my heart like stone. A telephone. And always my night madness that outs like bats across this Texas sky. I’m the crazy lady they warned you about. The she of rumor talked about —- and worse, who talks. It’s no secret. I’m here. Under a circle of light. The light always...
November 2009
56 posts
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Sonata Nr. 7 - Giovanni Battista Fontana
Ensemble...
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5 Video Game Status Updates
(via: 5 Video Game Status Updates on CollegeHumor)
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Andrew Largeman: You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your shit that idea of home is gone.
Sam: I still feel at home in my house.
Andrew Largeman: You'll see when you move out. It just sort of happens one day, one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I don't know maybe it's like this right of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start. It's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
The Reeling - Passion Pit
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Daydream, delusion, limousine, eyelash. Oh baby with your pretty face, drop a tear in my wineglass. Look at those big eyes; see what you mean to me, sweet-cakes and milkshakes. I’m a delusion angel. I’m a fantasy parade. I want you to know what I think, don’t want you to guess anymore. You have no idea where I came from. We have no idea where we’re going. Lodged in life,...
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If Homer's Odyssey was written on Twitter..
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“Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is...”
– William Blake
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Henry Rollins: What’s your latest obsession?
Hank Moody: Just the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber. You know, I mean we have all this amazing technology and yet computers have turned into basically four figure wank machines. The internet was supposed to set us free, democratize us, but all it’s really given us is Howard Dean’s aborted candidacy and 24 hour a day access to kiddie porn. People…they don’t write anymore - they blog. Instead of talking, they text, no punctuation, no grammar: LOL this and LMFAO that. You know, it just seems to me it’s just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people at a proto-language that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the King’s English.
Henry Rollins: Yet you’re part of the problem, you’re out there blogging with the best of them.
Hank Moody: Hence my self-loathing.
“I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea. Sometimes I turn,...”
– Bob Dylan
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