May 2012
100 posts
“You just open up your mouth and it’s like, HERE COMES THE FUN.”
– Megatron about Yours Truly
“I feel like baked barf,” she said to the Internet.
world's worst:
dreaming about being being sick and waking up with a belly ache.
I find myself talking to them: hello, lemon-wedge moon; good morning, Morning; I tip my head in acknowledgement of the puddle that looks like the moons side-profile; I notice every tree branch and it feels like praying.
feeling the slowdown shuffle dipdip, I can feel my shadow limping, I notice hiding places everywhere I go: every corner, deep down in my ribs, stay very still, shhhh;;
living the dream:
I just looked up pictures of animals yawning for like a half hour and now I need a nap.
2 tags
Watchmy girlfriend, LSP
WHEN ANXIETY ATTACKS:
spontaneously inviting people out to do things but wanting to crawl into a closet, shut the door, and go to sleep instead of planning it out because of reasons.
reason why my girlfriend is the greatest #2678533:
this is our 5th year together so she dubbed it ‘The Year of The High Five,’ and were collecting pictures of ourselves high fiving in various places and ways and I love high fives almost as much as I love her so this is pretty much the raddest idea she’s ever had.
how to have things that belong to me that can be given to anybody: thinking about the difference between my journals. Somethings are created with an audience, no specific people, just the idea that Someone Might See This, stories written in my head about reactions, so I am prepared for these things to be Seen. Other things I create without that self-consciousness and when people see them I...
a little girl at the party who didn’t speak English: communicating through cobweb movements, telling a story through space. pointing to the paints, and then her face and then smiling; I know what you want, here it is, this is for you. I got paid 100 dollars to enjoy myself: painting faces, and watching their family be a family, listening to them sing the the cranberries, and petting their...
Communist sex tips:
communistsextips:
Quit Stalin’ and get into my bed already.
“The only reason “coming out” is still even a thing is because it’s presumed that...”
– Unknown (via lavender-labia)
I love talk radio.
you know, maybe you should stop bringing secret bottles of booze everywhere. maybe : the thing is, I don’t care, but when I look at it through other people, or when my mom catches me filling up a water bottle, I feel like I should be ashamed, so I pretend I am, but I really don’t think anything of it.
“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be...”
– Bell Hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via elige)
texting my girlfriend:
“It’s so funny, because you don’t have to try for those things, you don’t have to hide and have secrets and whatever, because NO ONE WILL EVER COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND YOU OR YOUR LIFE. No one can know what it felt like while I was waiting in line for my first holy communion except me. I can try to tell you about it, you can get damn close to seeing and hearing and...
birthday memories:
remember turning 20, when Kate and tab bought you a caterpillar cake and took you out driving the night before and at exactly midnight you all screamed at the top of your lungs because growing up is scary, because what does being 20 mean, because they’re good friends. remember turning ten and having a dress up tea party and getting that green dress, with the pockets, it was the first dress...
note to self:
delete everything, especially this. just do things all the time. try to sleep. remember that everyone is just trying to write their own story; don’t get it twisted. read your poetry next time, even if your friends don’t. chicken salad is the greatest. so are you. happy birthday, self. Live this year on purpose; make it count. good night.
im drunk
“The Internet would love to hear about beer and my birthday and the American dream plus chicken salad”
pre-gaming a hookah-bar-poetry-reading-pajama-party from a dunkin donuts cup. I am a classy broad.
that was the fastest recovery time ever.
I have sleepy Sunday eyes and my dad made breakfast and I made a bracelet and laughed at the Internet with my sister and my teeth hurt and my grandparents brought over water ice and I’m gonna go to the park and I’m 22 and my hair has been growing back brown instead of blonde and my freckles are starting to blossom, I love watching them sprout like weeds across my chest, shoulders,...
chantepleure: Definitions →
greenchestnuts:
I frequently see the terms sex drive and sexual attraction, or sexual attraction and sexuality, used interchangeably. For many or most asexuals, as well as many or most non-asexual-spectrum people, these are distinct concepts, so I’m throwing my two cents in and writing about…
"today was full, like my little brothers sticky...
To quote myself at 15. But no, really. Waking up early to do yoga and then singing in the shower with my little sister as she brushes her teeth at the sink. Breakfast with my family, movie with Kate and Stacey: (I always find myself noticing how Kate holds herself; she is made up of so many sharp angles. if geometry and ballet had a 3D baby, it would move through space like her.) then to the park...
