February 2010
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Part of My World: Two nights ago →
It happened two nights ago, and I’m still reliving the accident. I can feel it fading very slightly and slowly into the distance, but then it comes flashing back, and my stomach drops out from within me again. I know it’s going to take time to get over it, but I keep feeling it happen, and I keep…
I don’t know what’s worse: the tragedy that this happened to you or the...
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Right now
I would gladly run a child over in the street in exchange for the chance to be on the receiving end of an epic, rib-crushing, heart-soothing hug from my best friend.
Who lives so many fucking miles farther away than my arms can reach.
Night falls fast, friends. And it is so dark, so dark and deep.
“It’s quite possible
we’re made of air
that we’re deep-down truly made of air...”
– Alchemy of Desire/Dead-Man’s Blues, Caridad Svich (via notinmyfuture) (via loveisabigfunnyword)
On this night of a thousand stars
I held your hand in that eerie green hospital room and placed styrofoam cups of crystal light to your lips while the nurse tested your swollen veins for a new iv. I watched her tape needles to your delicate skin in plastic. I didn’t look away. Even though I wanted to. Even when my mind began to swim in that murky silk of the almost-faint. I stayed, sitting quietly with your hand in mine. Watching...
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“The fluttering in the stomach goes away and the dull waking pain. Sometimes I...”
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- Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
(via hewn) (via loveisabigfunnyword)
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This weekend
Is already set on madness mode. Holy shit. Bracing for impact. Seat belt fastened.
Cheers to spring fever and singles’ life on valentine’s day!
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“Hey Peter! It’s seven o’clock and you’ve still got your pants...”
– Brian, Family Guy: ‘Death Has A Shadow’
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Need a classy way to cancel dinner plans? TRY...
[sent by yours truly a few minutes ago to best friends, with whom I was supposed to dine ce soir]
I think I’ll title this ‘Proof God Hates Me’.
1. Food poisoning. That I evidently gave MYSELF. Last night’s from-scratch chicken Caesar salad creation apparently had the seed of the devil in it. THE DEVIL MUST BE FUCKING ITALIAN. 2. Woke up at 3am. Started what can only...
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I just caught myself in the worst position ever
youcankeepthechange:
Laying in bed wearing an oversized embroidered sweater that someone’s grandmother either made or owned personally, watching TV with half a tuna fish sandwich in one hand, the other just like, resting on the computer, my mouth partially open, my bangs in my eyes. And like, what if I’d died in that position? What if the rescue crew came in and saw me like that with my legs...
Here's what's stupid about this Doppelgänger...
sistermarymartha:
kiamatthews:
Some (very few) people have posted photos and I think “oh yeah, she totally does look like a poor man’s Sela Ward.” Or whomever. Because let’s face it, none of you guys are movie star-level good looking or you’d be movie stars. So don’t get upset if someone refers to you as “an ugly version of ____”.
But check out how I turn this into a race issue. I’m allowed....
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No-Shave February aka Wiskurary
notarobotbutaghost:
fuckyeahbeards:
Let’s make February a month without razors… no shaving allowed, let us all Build-A-Beard!! It’s time for men to look like men, at least for one month. Let these words inspire you: “He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man.” — William Shakespeare Much Ado about Nothing. Act II Scene 1 “We have now for many...
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You can recover.
playnice:
Pep talk: Be it a momentary slip up or a monumental fuck up, you can bounce back. Mistakes don’t make you bad! Resuscitate your dignity. Talk your pride off the ledge. Behave like a hero and keep marching past life’s little booby traps.
Today remind yourself: I can recover.
’Consider this tapestry, my life.’
“Yeah, well… that’s the thing. The reason people get together now is...”
– Rudy Holt, Dedication
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